Notice how light it is outside; I took this picture of Sylvia and Soffia in front of their house at midnight last night.
Sylvia has not only a spare couch but an entire spare basement apartment I'm camping out in until Tuesday. I've never felt so well taken care of by (once-) strangers in my life!
PS Sylvia introduced me to the man working on her house. He's 32 and his Icelandic name is unpronounceable but translates to "Victory John." She thinks I should marry him and stay in Iceland forever.
Bless (that's goodbye in Icelandic) for now.
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