I remember being tired after those few days, “jet lag” as I would call it.
What can you do, but get up to that? I got up and went out to the living room to smiling faces. It was the weekend and both mamma and pabbi were home. We ate breakfast together. They were 14 years older than my own parents. They had three sons. Two were married and their youngest had gone to the states as an exchange student. He was in
My Icelandic parents have since passed on but we kept in contact while they were living. (side note :o) ) The rest of the day we took a bus to the harbor and watched the ships come in and out and walked downtown