Humbled by its humble nature. 

Spending so much time with my own head, feelings and life. It, in the least of words, gives my mind time to do stuff I usually do not notice. It is so quiet here. So relaxing. People are stressed, as they might usually be stressed (OF LIFE!), but here it is somehow different, it is more like a silent suffering. Like this land. It is so peculiar how the environment affects us so much. I can feel these people are, wether they liked it or not, closer to the Self, to their very nature, and at the same time to nature itself.

The weather changes non-stop, and it is harsh. Nice weather is, for example, when it is snowing; a snow-storm, more like it, and the wind is blowing so hard, that it is carrying the snow so much it makes the mountain look like it is in a cloud. It is so strong, so strange, and yet so magnificent. I think this feel also has to do with the sea. Or maybe just that this place is so urban, and all that, but is also total wilderness. Not much smog, no crampy feeling you usually get in these big towns when you feel that you can drive for hours through and never get out. 

All together – the nature, the small number of people, the vastness of space, the sea, the wind – makes this place what it is – and it is magnificent. People are polite, nice and shy. I mean, generally people are more peaceful (maybe here it means depressed), more in tune with themselves, they hear themselves more clearly, because there is not so much noise going around (I mean noise to the ears as well as too many colors for the eyes, too many smells for the nose and too many things to touch – just the overwhelming of senses and making them numb feeling). Don’t get me wrong, there are always stresses, agressive and ugly-behaving people, I just want to say that here there is less of all this, in comparison to where I come from and where I have spent a little bit of my time.

Which also means that one can “hear” their emotions more clearly. The emotions and the thoughts become the noise, because usually it is too noisy on the outside to notice them. They just come out as vomits of something to the outside from time to time, and then you get surprised, like, whoa, what was that all about? 

I went to the pool yesterday, and swam in the warm pool, and then spent time in the hot tub, and then the sauna, shortly, all out in the open at -2, -3 degrees. A combination of steaming hot and freezing cold. The cold is something you feel as completely different after so much hot water and steam. Anyway, I think it squeezed some emotions out of me, cos I kept falling into fits of crying till the rest of the day. Totally could not control it. After all the squeezing out of the water, I felt a strange mixture of tiredness and release. I am going again next week. Maybe Icelanders cry in the sauna, where no one can notice it?

I am cutting the drama, and sensitivity and going to more pressing issues, as: Oh my God! Everyone gets naked before going into the pool! You gotta take a shower naked, and wash all the important parts, so you do not infect the pool (or people?) with your nasty bacteria. Aware of cleanliness, they are. And it is so natural and normal. I am normally relaxed about being in the nude, but I do not remember when was the last time I saw so many women naked (except that one time, at “band camp”… ). Weird, it was, so: I’m going again, as soon as possible. And it was interesting (interesting, yeah right – you might be thinking), but c’mon, really; how their bodies have more fat on it, and they are so pale, and have soggy skin and pulpy boobs. Probably in this wet, cold climate it’s like that, cos in the Mediterranean, the salt and the wind are in direct contact with the skin which makes it coarse, hard and dry, and tight, and here not so much, or at all! Okay, I stop with my miraculous discoveries of mind, body and soul of the Icelanders, and pray to god no one will ever read this. 

So there you go, a nice shy hello to the soggy women of Iceland, from the firm, small-boobed Mediterranean chick.

Kisses.