And today was a day just like any other (joke)

Side note. This post was written awhile ago. You´ll see when I start talking about the 4th of July which was 6 days ago... Fyrirgefðu! (Sorry!) More updates from recent times to come!

 Seyðisfjörður, a small fjörd town in the East of Iceland

Today was awesome. And because of that, I need to write a small blog post.

Except, I need to begin with last night. 

Last night was a family potluck at Baddý and Gulli´s house in Seyðisfjörður. I think there were about 15 people there and although everyone was speaking Icelandic and I could hardly follow along, I still felt included. Family is family. That´s what I´ve learned here in Iceland. I am 4th cousins (some once removed) with the people here in Seyðisfjörður and some I´m not even related to at all. And yet everyone has welcomed me with open arms and has been so excited to share their life in Iceland with me, as well as hear about mine back in Minnesota. Oh and I should mention that there is always so.much.good.food. At every meal. Including kaffi tími, which is this amazing meal between lunch and dinner packed full of Icelandic goodies. This is not good for my waistline, which continues to expand every day. See below and you might understand why.

After the family gathering I skyped with my wonderful parents back home! So naturally I needed to speak English with them. But because I´ve been so immersed in the Icelandic language, every other sentence that came out of my mouth was Icelandic. Or at least started that way. 'Þetta er... I mean, this is...' 'Ég veit ekki... I mean, I don´t know' 'Kannski... ugh, sorry, I mean maybe.' My dad´s response to everything is 'takk' - so awesome. Sometimes it fits, but more often than not it doesn´t and it makes me giggle. I miss you mom and dad! Especially now that it´s 15 minutes from being 4th of July... and I think I´ve only had one 4th away from my family.

So then I went to bed. And when I woke up, I realized that I had been dreaming in Icelandic. LEGIT. I was so pumped. And then I couldn´t find my jeans and I said to myself 'Hvar er þetta?' Even though it was not grammatically correct (I asked myself where is this?), I was still excited to find that my internal language is slowly changing into Icelandic.

THEN! At work I was able to help two customers using only Icelandic (I know they knew I wasn´t a native speaker, but they didn´t let me know that they knew, so I pretended... I mean, I was wearing my cousin´s lopapeysa so bet I looked like the real deal). And then two people came in from Denmark and spoke very little English, yet I was able to walk them through the museum and explain everything with a combination of English and Icelandic. #smallcountry#bigwins
Oh this isn´t Twitter? #sorrynotsorry =)

I am a little worried about what will happen to all my language skills once I leave Iceland, so I think it´s probably best I just stay here until I´m fluent. And at that point, I might as well just live here for the rest of my life. Seriously, I love this place and don´t know how I´m going to be able to leave in less than a month. Don´t get me wrong, I miss all of you back home. So actually it´d probably be best if we all just moved here. Anyone in?! Hope to see you here soon.

...but seriously, don´t you want to live here?