The door is closed

Alone… for the first time in six weeks.
I have had visitors here a very long time now. Mum, dad, my sister, Susanne, Fidde, Hanna and Christopher. The last left 04.15 this morning. And now… …now it is time to work. There is so much schoolwork I have to do, maybe more then I am suppose to actually manage… Six exams, one case study, four papers and two more presentation… there is not enough time. So please… don’t ask if you can come at visit right now, I hate to say no. Those of you who have studied have probably experienced that schoolwork might suffer a bit if you have visitors for a week. Then you can imagine six week in a row.

Now I am going to stop complaining and actually show you some of the stuff that we did experienced when all the people where here.

First it was my parents and some beautiful waterfalls in the south.

The next week we visited the pool of the legendary Snorri Sturluson. I guess you all know this Snorri guy, the most renowned figure in medieval Icelandic literary history (come on – you have read Snorra Edda and Egils Saga). He started up as a lawspeaker and politician but as every clever guy he soon left it for something more interesting. Some say that his big interest was to write. I know better because I have visited his pool. In this pool Snorri forgot his work as a lawspeaker for the Norwegian king. The king (who probably never had visit an Icelandic bath) became furious and sent out a decree demanding Snorri’s return to Norway, dead or alive. The night to the 23rd of September 1241 one of the Kings jarls, the one that wanted to govern Iceland (probably this guy knew about Icelands wonderful baths) showed up in Snorri’s village with a contingency of 70 armed men. Snorri hide, but he was betrayed by a priest who led the soldiers to the writer. The priest had been promised by the jarl that no harm would occur to Snorri. Unfortunately honour wasn’t one of the jarls stronger virtues and the priest later found Snorri hacked to death.
What can we all learn about the story?
That it is nice to take a bath sometimes.

Actually I think my parents took about seven baths while they were here. They were wise…
But yes, we did do more then bathing. For example we had some fun with the scooters we hijacked. Sometimes parents go crazy, especially mum, she stated it.

And I almost forgot, with a rented four wheel drive we went out to the middle of nowhere and hiked through some lava tubes. That is big caves in the ground created by lava flow in an eruption. The torch was very handy I will say.

Tölt on a horseback came the next day. Though I think some of us prefere dogs compared to horses.

Some days later the best part of my stay in Iceland started to take form. Her name is Susanne and her visit was very welcome.
With her, Frédéric and his girlfriend Doris the big travelling on Iceland started. My parents told Susanne before they left Iceland that she must make sure to hinder me and Frédéric in our running along the edges all the time. Well here you se her hindering us on her first waterfall – Godafoss – the waterfall of gods.

Later we climbed Vindbelgjarfjall and just next to the romantic lake Myvatn Frédéric found a new love. Or at least the horse wanted to make love.

The next day was just as good as the day before. On a hike we found a cave with hot water, me and Susanne wrote or names in the volcano Hverfjall and Frédéric called the guy running the world famous Phallological Museum to ask if they could open their doors for us the very next day.
His answer was affirmative and we ha a nice time. “Trevligt” as you would say if you where a pure Stockholmian.
One object might be very interesting, both for those of my friends who would like to end as a judge and for one of the studentorganisations at my homeuniversity in Uppsala. Maybe one of you want to have a very special christmas present?

I think this will have to do for a while. It is time to do some university work.