In all the Iceland grandeur, I’m finding again and again that it’s the little things that are the most fun for me.
For instance, check out these hidden treasures that Anna leaves for her guests to discover. I told her how much I appreciated the obvious care she put into the place, her humor, the special touches (like bringing us two pieces of homemade chocolate cake our first night!) She beamed. And how I particularly liked her fun surprises …”‘because you just know we’ll peek.”… She smiled and her eyes twinkled a lot like an elf’s.
I love scoping out the culture in every aspect,
… feeling slightly off-kilter every time I go grocery shopping.
They LOVE their yarn (lopi)! Knitting is a required subject in school for all the kids. Most stores have a yarn section.
I love the adventure of driving the streets of a small “vik” (village), figuring out a street map without GPS and being guided by unfamiliar signs.
As a teacher, I have to wonder: Exactly how do you teach spelling (let alone correct it!)
Lots of these “one lane bridges”… Life is always about taking turns.
This is a rest stop sign. But take note: there is only ONE picnic table. And if there is no WC (water closet) posted on the bottom of this sign, there is no bathroom. And the added WC signs are few and FAR between. Never knew you had to plan a road trip around rest stop facilities or the apparent lack thereof. (Yeah, and with no trees (or even rocks) to hide behind, you’ve got yourself a bonafide problem!)
And possibly because of that road trip “hiccup” or possible because my mom would scrutinize every place we went by their bathrooms “You can tell a lot about a place by their bathrooms.” I seem to have a real affinity for bathroom pics Ha! Thanks, mom. (And by the way, Iceland, you would pass my mom’s standards.)
Baby “hostel” sink.
This one had piped in (and a little creepy sounding) Christmas music. Albeit a Christmas store, but still!
Check out the window etching!
All the toilets have these depressors. Push the small side for peeps … Push large sides for poops.
Crocheted hangy thingies. ?? But another cool etching.
And that’s enough of this crap. Hee hee, simply couldn’t resist.
I love new gadgets and new ideas and all the laughter of figuring out crazy new ways of doing things.
These gas stations have been a blessing and a first timer’s (second, third) nightmare! Finally “getting” the process.
Can you say orange!
And check out this neighborhood food cart, Portland!
There have been so many things to love.
I love new birds, familiar flowers and so, so many unafraid roadside sheep.
I love figuring out the sun’s pattern – taking a lap and doing a quick dip on the horizon rather than a deep dive – a little like a hoola hoop gone just slightly askew.
I love snooping someone else’s summer cabin, the ones that aren’t really doing the professional-Airbnb-catering-to-the-customer-thing (or aren’t sure how to yet), but are rather just lending out their house ’cause “if you rent it, they will come” (and they are coming for sure!)
I love eavesdropping on families, grandmas, moms, kids, friendships, working folk
and other wanderers…
… I love being warmed with all our sameness.
I know more seasoned travellers may consider all of this “old hat”but I hope I never do.
Because mostly I love the wonder of a big, big God,
in his great, big wonderful creation,
who cares in the most extravagant of ways
for the little things
like you and me.