Gimlé

My sister landed in Iceland yesterday evening. The flight was alright. Everything leading up to it was semi-disastrous, as is to be expected.

After having got used to being able to call my sister on a regular basis without going bankrupt having no family members in the country will be a bit of a change.

This sort of thing is probably something that people in the US are more used to handling, given the size of the country and the mobility of the workforce.

The difference being that long distance calls to Iceland are prohibitively expensive for a student like me, forcing me to rely on e-mail and text messaging.

But other than that I’m pretty sure that this is a growing cultural phenomenon here in Europe that will only be more common as the EU grows and stabilizes (the Euro, for example, is still settling).

Anyway, I’m planning a three week trip to Iceland sometime this summer. I’m starting to need a hefty dose of Icelandisms to cope with some of the silly things the English do.

Baldur.
Clifton, Bristol.