Lamb Face, Anyone?!

I have arrived in Reykjavik- the trip into town was quite eventful.
Joe (my housemate) and I were leaving at the same time, so we rode the bus together. We met at the bus station and said farewell to a fellow resident (Peeter from Estonia).
The bus ride was smooth- our bus driver looked just like Chris Farley though- Chris Farley with a mustache... Joe and I got a good chuckle about that one.

Juanita entertained us for a few minutes and then I fell asleep.

Upon arrival to the Reykjavik bus station, Joe ordered half of a lamb head (traditionally eaten here in Iceland). He offered me some, but I decided that I didn't want to throw up in front of everyone, so I passed. Joe was happy to report that the eyeball tasted strangely sweet and the tongue like sausage. About that time, I pointed to what he was about to put in his mouth and said, "Don't eat that, that's the sinuses" and then we were done.

After the lamb experience, Joe and I schlepped our luggage to the hostel in town- a hostel for artists (cool, huh?). And then we went out on the town for some noodles and a souvenier or two.

Now I'm back in my room, frantically documenting my day, listening to Positive Life Radio from back home and getting ready to hit the hay- gotta get up bright and early tomorrow: 3:45am to be exact.

For those of you who were praying for me and my luggage, so far so good. I did, however, have to say 'goodbye' to my purple bag and narrow everything down to one piece of luggage. It was hard to do, but I couldn't afford the $150 charge to take a second bag to France- gotta draw the line somewhere.

This time tomorrow, I will be dog-tired and ready to cry- but hopefully safe in the harbor of my new residency. I'm looking forward to a new landscape and new inspiration.

Here are some pictures documenting the day.

My cool hostel door key.
Sneaky key-hole hiding spot.

Delicious noodles from a hole in the wall place in Rey.

Before.

After.

My personal choice for something 'yummy' to eat.

Juanita and I enjoy the bus ride.

She stole my camera for a self-portrait.

Joe and Juanita.

Cool Icelandic mailbox. If you received a postcard from me this month, it was sent from here.

I drove this beast.

Saying goodbye to Peeter.