Friday, November 16, 2012

Má ég taka mynd af þér?




















These are the people of Solheimar. These are the people that teach me íslensku, twirl me around the room, and laugh at me when I butcher their language. They are the reason that I'm able to wake up in the morning even when it is pitch black and bone-numbing cold, knowing Christian will greet me with a huge hug and a kiss and hoping that I will be able to squeeze a smile out of Runar. And when I leave in tólf days, it will be a sjaumst rather than a bless bless.

-Noga

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