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Listening to "Change", by Bugge Wesseltoft

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I'm writing a diary, but forgetting my blog. Doesn't matter: I'll mend it, promise.

I've just finished having breakfast: skyr (the Icelandic version of yoghourt, but millions of times better) with 100% pure milk, straight from the cows I work with, cheerios, half an apple and a bit of sugar. The important thing is not to avoid one of Iceland's most famous things: a spoon of Lýsi, that is, cod liver oil. My mother told horrible stories about how disgusting cod liver oil was when she was a child (children used to be given it every day), but once you get used to it it doesn't taste that bad, and as Óli says, if you don't have it one day, you'll get a cold the day after (don't ask me why).

It's a bit weird starting this new entry of my blog after a gap of over two months without having written anything, but I want to see the contrast (I already spoke about contrast in my first entry) between where I was and where I am now.

I get up at 6:45 every day, and go to the cowstable to start with the usual things. I clean, give the cows concentrate and hey, and help Óli (my boss, the farmer, and my "Icelandic father") milk all the cows (34).
I've only done this for more than two months and feel as if I had done it all my life. And I must say I love it. But I'll write about my tasks at the stable some other day.

Now, the question is: how am I feeling here? This is wonderful. I was with Manu last night (a guy from Salamanca I met at the Icelandic lessons) and I told him I feel as if I had found balance and peace in my life. I go to bed every night, close my eyes and sleep for hours as I had not slept for ages.
People are amazingly friendly and have a great sense of humour. There was this cow at the stable I was not particularly fond of called Ljá (she kicked me very often) and Óli decided she should be sent to the slaughter house (not because she kicked me, but because she was not giving enough milk). I know it will sound cruel, but a couple of days after, I was having a cup of tea in the kitchen, and Óli told me: "I gotta go to Selfoss, to the slaugther house. I'm taking Ljá back home". This is the kind of sense of humour I'm talking about.

I really must make and effort and keep writing about Iceland, because it really is worth it. But I'd better say bye for the moment. I will be back soon.

Posted by joneguiluz 09:32 Archived in Iceland

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