Having spent the wee small hours of the morning galavanting about town, I woke up at the crack of midday to enjoy a breakfast of reheated pizza with Halla and Berglind. I then headed off to explore the local flea market which first came to my attention in the movie Reykjavik 101. I was surprised by how quickly I was able to get around by myself compared to previous visits in the company of the master flea marketeer.
I took advantage of my early release and headed down to the main square to join the throngs of locals soaking up the sunshine. I laid on the lawn with my kindle reading up on my next destination at the risk of not remaining ‘present’.
The remainder of the day was spent cafe hopping – eating, drinking, blogging, emailing. There’s really not much more to it than that! From Babalu’s cosy, lounge room ambience, to Nudel House for brothy, noodley goodness and eventually Prikið where I once overheard the tail end of a conversation in which a very indignant woman responded to an unheard comment by her gentleman companion thusly: “Rolf Harris?! Rolf Harris?! Rolf Harris did NOT say that!” leaving me to wonder evermore what Rolf Harris could possibly have said to cause such offence!
Thoroughly relaxed, I meandered home as tiny white blossoms from a nearby plant floated around looking for all the world like snow. I plugged in my iPod to enhance the magical moment with Bjork’s Joga – her musical love letter to her homeland. I continued on with an all Icelandic soundtrack featuring the likes of Emiliana Torini, Sigur Ros and Olaf Arnalds.
All in all, a blissfully uneventful day.