April 16
Eyjafjallajokull.
My flight to Istanbul on the 25th connects through Charles de Gaulle, an airport that at the moment is closed. I’m not stressing really, although it is 3:38 in the morning and I’m awake. Maybe I’m awake trying to pronounce the name of that volcano.
Eyjafjallajokull as told by some guy on the internet: ay-yah-FYAH-plah-yer-kuh-duhl, or according to another guy it’s EYE-a-fyat-la-jo-kutl.
Or here’s a guy who went to a lot of trouble “”AY-yah-fyaht-lah-yook-kutl” with a /t/ sound in the third syllable, a secondary stress in the third syllable, and the fifth syllable rhyming, sort of, with “book”. Double L in Icelandic is pronounced /tl/.”
I’m not going to Iceland this trip. Catching a break on the languages anyway.
(photo from the NYTimes, walk with the cousins, happy bday hb, movie w/marsha)