Friday at work went quite well, had been better to have one more barista, but if you never feel the challenge you never appreciate it when things go very smoothly, because that just seems ordinary, also if you never get ill you don´t appreciate the time you are healthy.
Greta, my father´s partner in life, came to Kringlan just after 5pm to pick me up for the journey to the small village I spoke of yesterday. The journey took longer than usual, we had to queue our way out of Reykjavik. Even though the great capital has been under the surgeons knife for so long, has had it´s roads and streets fixed.
When we finally where out of the city we sped up, but not for too long because up on the mountain a snow storme caught us and the car begun to slow down, it took long long to reach the top and we had to drive with the emergency lights turned on. Greta told me that this has happened twice before, it happens when the snow blows up under the car, the car becomes a snail and has to crawl it´s way forward. We finally got up on the top and the car stopped and refused to start again. Good thoug that it happened on the top. We waited and waited and then Greta tried to start it again and it started and we were able to get down from the mountain. Praise the lord some would say, but not me I just thank the car and the fact that Greta is a great driver. We finally got to my former home, the time: 10.30pm. The journey that usually should have taken three and a half hour took more than five.
Now I am sitting in the kitchen in front of my dad´s Apple PowerBook and am going out to buy a Coke to have with the dinner. See you tomorow my friends,...
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