Thursday, June 26, 2008

Life Lessons



The Lessons begin. Today's lesson shall be on focus. One must not be so distracted. When, for example, one is making coffee in an Icelandic Coffee maker one does not understand, one should not step away from the stove. When one is trying out the hair iron with the voltage converter one bought in the states, one should not trust that it should function as one had hoped. Subsequently, when one is disposing of the $89 (now melted) Chi hairiron into the plastic bag lined trash can, one should make sure that it has cooled.

After cleaning up coffee grinds for several hours following the coffee pot explosion one has want of reflection. There was a woman on the bus from the airport speaking with another woman about her "stuck creativity". She kept saying, "I've just got to focus. I've just got to focus!" Chanting it like a mantra. She was driving me nuts. Perhaps there is a message in there for me.

My Apartment in Vestmannaeyjar above: the red one in the center, taken from the ocean, and below: the living room - art by my landlord Oddur.

Heimaey






So I have been here on the island of Heimaey for almost 2 weeks now and it's been far too interesting to sit inside a library and write a blog. I have a bit of catching up to do. First, the ferry ride from Thorklashofn (pronounced) Thorklashob was a filled with wonder and epiphany for me. I realized that I am at my best while in motion. Whether traveling by train, boat, car or bus (not plane) is when my spirit is in its closest harmony with the motions of the spheres. In short, I need to figure out how to keep doing this.
The Westman Islands, of which Heimaey is the largest and only populated island of the 15 islands, are located southwest of the mainland by only about 5 km, but the ferry ride is much longer as it comes from farther northeast instead of straight across. This means it's less than an hour's bus ride from Reykjavik to the ferry port in Thorklashofn and then about 2 hours and forty minutes on the ferry. The day I took it, the sea was smooth as glass. I spent nearly the whole time on deck at the stern. My sea legs were pretty reliable from the get go, but then again, they weren't tested too much. After about 2 hours of just water, one begins to see their life anew as well as some of the rock outcroppings which are all volcanic eruptions, as is the island I will call home for the next three months. Heimaey means Home Island. The entry into the harbor is stunning.


Friday, June 20, 2008

Reykjavik


okay kids - it's taken me a week to get hooked up with WIFI internet, but now I am set with my own little spot in the Vestmannaeyjar library (more on that later). Meanwhile I blogged the old fashioned way, i.e. wrote in my travel journal with a pen on paper. I will transcribe some of that here and post some photos to catch up. I hope you are all well back home there in the states! xo_J

6-13-08 Reykjavik

Låra Jonsdottir is about the nicest person I have ever met. she is the Executive Director of the Fulbright in Iceland. She has a terrific sense of humor and behaved right away towards me as if we'd been friends forever. This was good because on the plane on the way over here I was getting a bit worried. Why is it that all skywaitresses are so rude? Oh excuse me, I should say flight attendants - that's derogetory towards waitresses who are fine human beings and engaged in the nobelest of professions- What is it with the righteous indignation? I don't get it. I thought it was just American stewardesses, but not so. I exclude British Airlines and Jet Blue from this generalization. Anyway, the vibe here in Reykjavik is much the opposite.


All the 20-somethings here wear bright red or yellow shoes against their dark stockings or pants. They have a very unique sense of style and I have to say look way hipper than thou - sorry NYC. I saw a girl with what I thought was a giant black flower growing out of her shoulder, turned out it was her handbag. Tried to get a picture, but she moved too fast. At right are street artists I observed while walking through town. I don't have any idea what this was about, but just know that I like it. Reminds me of NYC in the good 'ole days.

I am sitting in a cafe on Laugavegur Street sipping a Viking beer -I don't much drink beer, but this is exceptional- listening to some really cool Icelandic power pop. There is a child playing quietly on the cafe floor next to me. Every place has a play area for kids. The owner of this cafe makes bikes. They are called city surfers and are really nifty and small. They fold up - perfect for NYC. He has them on backorder until August, but Lara said she'd get me one if I want. They're only about $200.

Walking to the Fulbright office was a trip and a half (as we used to say in the 70's). First of all everyone is absolutely stunning, especially the kids. They have an otherworldly quality - something ethereal. Okay, the kid next to me right now does not quite have this quality at the moment. He caught me looking at him before and now he's becoming a bit obnoxious trying to get my attention back. I think that's his mom over there working on her second beer.

This a very kid oriented place, lots of strollers on the street and people just leave them on the street when they go into places and nobody takes them. One stroller left on the street had a baby in it and no parents in sight, but nobody seemed concerned. The baby waved at me as I walked by. Somehow none of this feels obtrusive (like it does in NYC) nobody's stroller is too big taking up the whole sidewalk or cafe aisle, no yummie mummies with kids as accessories flaunting their fertility, just a very naturally integrated part of life.




Anyway there were these terrific looking skater kids running - no not running, but striding, to the park, which is in the center of everything, not fenced off, everybody just mixing, triffic, shoppers, girls in costume just everybody hanging out and music and laughter pouring out of the windows from everywhere. Everybody seems so free and so clear in their sense of self. Did I mention the music in here is amazing?!

Tuesday, June 10, 2008

Packing

So what's a gal to pack for a 3 month stay on a remote Icelandic Island in the North Atlantic Sea, where she's told she may well experience all 4 seasons in a single day? Allow me to bore you with the details. A warning to fashionistas, my pallet is black white and grey, but my mind is filled with color as is the place in which I will be traveling.

Packing List for 3 month stay on the island of Heimaey and a couple of weekends in Reykjavik:
  • Several electrical converters and a transformer for laptops and appliances - because one wasn't good enough - it's a long story...


  • swim suit, cap and goggles - because I plan to spend an awful lot of time in the natural "geothermal" hot spring swimming pools they've got there

  • yoga clothes
  • travel wallet

  • purse


  • 3 month supply, because who knows what they've got over there
  • Kinoflex Super 8 movie camera - with filters - cuz I'm old school
  • modern conveniences - cuz I'm also not crazy

  • leather jacket
  • windbreaker
  • rain slicker
  • shorts - because I am defiant - the guidebook said not to bring them
  • 7 t-shirts/tank tops - layering is the key

  • my play
  • the last 3 New Yorkers - finally cover to cover, I swear
  • a friend's play which I promised to read on the plane
  • notebooks for writing and sketching and my favorite kind of pens
  • long johns cuz the guide book said to bring 'em - pishaw, it's summer!

  • two gifts from a trusted friend - a candle and a dish to hold my jewlery
  • a hairdryer I bought in Scotland after the one I brought blew up (it's a long story) Supposed to work in Iceland too.
  • Far too many connector cords for various components - a billion dollars to whomever invents the universal electrical cord!
  • important papers and stuff
  • 7 pair of panties

  • 2 cute tops
  • 1 Lil black dress with boots and tights - for that weekend in Reykjavik
  • 2 long sleeve shirts - cuz it seems to be 50 degrees and rainy a lot 
  • 1 skirt - to wear with 2 cute tops
  • 1 pair of slacks - cuz a gal just never knows when slacks might be called for

  • digital camcorder
  • Super 8 color reversal film - cuz I'm old school

  • hat that does not blow off the head - it's said to be windy in Iceland
  • hiking boots and thick socks - so as not to get blisters whilst ascending volcanos and traversing glaciers!
  • first aid for after volcanic and glacial ascents and descents
  • nifty mountain climbing toys
  • 3 pair jeans - one new, one old and comfey, one not blue

  • 35mm film camera
  • mini backpack  - to carry all the cool hiking gear
  • books to read on the trip - I'm finally going to finish Anna Karenina!

  • 2 sports bras, 3 regular
  • 2 button down shirts