Apart from the funeral, coming to Iceland was actually quite nice. It was nice to see my family again and it was good to catch up on my Icelandic. I was born in Reykjavik but I never lived there or went to an Icelandic school so my speech is not completely fluent. My Icelandic gets me around but it's not as good as I would like it to be. I sometimes get into a situation where some older person that can only speak Icelandic talks to me and I understand them but am unable to answer them. During the reception after the funeral one of my aunts was making a joke and everyone at my table was laughing except me. I was just looking around stupidly trying to get the joke.
Sometimes things go unnoticed until a certain experience makes you see things from a different perspective. In this case I'm talking about traffic. Since I recently got my drivers license I see things differently and I realized that Icelandic drivers really don't care about traffic rules at all. Traffic isn't as busy as in Amsterdam but it's at least as chaotic and dangerous. Tail gating, passing cars from left and right and suddenly changing lanes without a signal is all very normal in Iceland, apparently. My drivers instructor told me that “If you learn how to drive in Amsterdam you can drive anywhere.” Yeah I'm not so sure about that anymore.
Love from Cindy :3
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