Greetings Guðbjörg

Guðbjörg is Hilda’s Uncle’s Icelandic girlfriend and we had a great day today thanks to Guðbjörg who drove me around for the afternoon, took me to her house for coffee and cake, and then we went out for dinner at her favorite restaurant. What a day!

Let’s pronounce Guðbjörg! I tried to type it out and created more confusion in my mind. Here is a link so you can listen to Guðbjörg and to my church Hallgrímskirkja. You might think the church should at least start ‘Hall’ but oh no. And here’s another good one that will come up a lot: Þingvellir. These will make you smile out loud!

This picture was from yesterday, around my corner. True Story. Not one of my not infrequent ‘poetic license’ mix-ups. Thursday I awoke after having eaten mostly on-the-road food for a day and a half and I said to myself, I could eat a carrot. After I finished writing Wednesday’s story I went to this cafe and Lo! their soup of the day was carrot ginger. It was meant to be!

Connected to the cafe is a gallery, I showed a picture of a cat statue yesterday from the gallery. So outside the cafe and gallery these guys were working on a project. They told me the big reveal would be Saturday at noon. So I asked them if there would be a party. Oh yes there would be a party and I was most welcome to attend. Oh you bet I’m going to that party!

Guðbjörg picked me up and we were OFF!

That’s Guðbjörg at the entrance to Perlan, built on top of several gigantic water tanks that feed hot water into Reykjavik. Inside they have interesting displays and around the dome there’s a great viewing platform
The spire on the left is my church, I live a block from there.

In front is a small church, then there’s the house for receptions and official entertaining, and behind that the home of one of the main government officials..I have to remember who..
Einar Benediktsson, 1864 – 1940 beloved poet and national hero in the independence movement.
This is where in 1986 the presidents of Russia and the US, Mikhail Gorbachev and Ronald Reagan, met to end the Cold War. 

Below the inset is from the internet as is this, mostly from Guide to Iceland: “Þúfa was designed by the Icelandic artist Ólöf Nordal, who sought to create a place of serenity. On top is an old fishing shed, the kind used historically to wind-dry fish, as a callback to Iceland’s past. Fishing was the lifeblood of the country for centuries, and how Icelanders managed to work in the tumultuous seas, harvest their catch, and utilize it for lasting food, clothing and oil, is a fascinating story. The hillock of Þúfa also has ties to Icelandic culture; the hidden people in folklore were said to be able to live in an alternate world within rocks and such hillocks.”

My picture has rain spots! It rained off and on most of the day but it never got bad.
This made my heart quicken and Guðbjörg kindly turned around so I could have another look.

This is so gorgeous.
We stopped off at Guðbjörg’s home for some coffee and cake, so civilized. Note the circle in the ground in the upper right, that’s a cannon embankment from WWII and the government thanked her for letting it be…
…and looking out from the back you can see the remains of an old fort high up in the middle. What a beautiful home in a glorious setting…

…and there’s homemade chocolate cake, two different kinds!

Here come some scenes from around Guðbjörg’s home. She said in Reykjavik you can get out easily all year round, they don’t get snowed in and all these paths are walkable.

One of the few Catholic churches around. Iceland is very predominately Lutheran, it’s a state religion actually. The picture on the right is the Parliament’s Garden.

Time for dinner at Fish Market. It was deeelightful and deeelishious
The oldest church in Reykjavik built in 1840 before its neighbor, the Parliament building, built in 1881. They both have the marks of the Danish king who was in power at the time.
“Monument to the Unknown Bureaucrat”

Here we are at the end of the our day, it’s after 10pm and twilight hasn’t hit yet.
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