The 13th week of winter has started in Iceland and with that the month of Thor has arrived, with it comes the celebration of our male gods -today we allow the delusion! It is a fairly old tradition and used to involve the man of the house, the patriarch himself to -how shall I put this?- liberate himself from all his clothes and take a run around his property the way God intended him to be seen. I hope you get my drift. Lately they don´t do that anymore. Believe you me! I woke up early and checked... Husband´s Day looks more like the woman of the house being really nice to him, pay him lots of attention *wink,wink* and the toughest men have even come to accept flowers! I think a man secure in his masculinity can actually say a sentence like: "Flowers! Honey, how lovely!"
I was working and we had all the delicious food mentioned in the last post. And the old ones just loved it...with a proper amount of Brennivin -I call it Icelandic vodka - we had them merry and singing in no time. The guys surely enjoyed their day to teh limits.
In the spirit of the day I tried some rotten shark meat for you. Seriously. Just so you guys believe what I am talking about: and let it suffice to say...I´d rather stick a needle into eyeball than to repeat that soon. There I was coughing and almost regurgitating, my stomach still turns thinking about it. I blame all of you!
But a girl´s gotta make her point!