Listening to Útvarp Reykjavík (Radio Reykjavík)
21.01.2007 - 29.03.2007 5 °C
I went to the Icelandic course after picking Vera (Germany) and Manuel (Spain) up from their places. At the entrance of the school we go to we met Steffan (Germany) and Sebastian (Germany). While we were out there, enjoying the warm spring weather fading away into the cold of the new born night (and wearing sunglasses, to feel as if we were in warmer latitudes), two other classmates whose names I don't remember (from Thailand and Filipines), stepped off two huge cars, saying "bless, bless!" to their respective Icelandic husbands.
The first hour of the Icelandic lesson was pretty tiring, cause we were all tired by the time we got there (as every Wednesday). I remembered what Steffan said last week during the lesson: "Every day is Monday".
Suddenly, Anna Linda, the teacher, asked how many of us were married, and it was only the Asian girls who answered they were, after which I told Anna Linda that the rest of us had obviously come to Iceland because we were not married, meaning that if we had been married we wouldn't have been able to come here from our home countries. Anna Linda didn't consider that as what I really meant, and then she asked me if we had come here "to mate", and suddenly she looked at tha Asian girls and blushed within a matter of a second. Pretty embarrassing (for her, of course)...
After the first hour we had a break, and at the request of Manuel and Jesús (the other two Spaniards in the classroom), I asked Anna Linda if we could leave the lesson before the end, cause there was a football match between Spain and Iceland. I'm not really fond of football, but thought it'd be good to see such a match surrounded by furious Icelanders, wearing viking helmets and so. Surprisingly enough, Anna Linda agreed and let us three leave!
After three pints of Viking and a really boring match, Iceland didn't win, Spain didn't deserve to win, and we were not beaten up at the Pakkhúsid, the only pub in Selfoss, by all the dissapointed locals that had to stand our screaming and typical Spanish way of watching football during the whole match. They have an infinite patience, these Icelanders... I like them.