I passed the first hurdle of living in a foreign country yesterday. I went into a pub and managed to order a drink in the local language. And get what I ordered. Admittedly, the phrase 'Eitt Viking' requires knowledge of only one word of Icelandic, but you have to start somewhere. And people here are so willing to and adept at using English that you has to take your opportunities where you finds them.
The next hurdle is to start eating and enjoying the local specialities. I have had a good stab at salted liquorice gums, and have even choked down a piece of the famous hákarl, or rotten shark. But whether or not I have started enjoying them is a different question. Give me time.
Saturday, September 16, 2006
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