The second of two cities in Iceland was the destination of four girls this weekend. Your hostess included. Now Iceland can be rumoured to be somewhat cold in winter, a city in the North of this coutnry will take the icing on the cake. Boy, it was cold! But four girls, packed into a Nissan Micra, driving 6 hours through mountain ranges, will keep warm somehow.
It was a fantastic weekend. Sight-seeing, dancing, singing, playing of cards and laughter. Crowded bathrooms, borrowing each other´s clothes and braiding each others´ hair featured heavily. From Friday evening to Sunday we slept little, laughed a lot and drank enough beer to make any Viking proud.
Yesterday we drove back to town, in a blizzard that had each family member worried.
4 cell phones in the car, a blizzard on the horizon and every Mom, Dad or boyfriend calling to make sure everything was alright, it shouldn´t be a surprise that ring tones were an important part of my dreams tonight. After we drove for an hour we really wish we hadn´t. The roads were barely visible, the wind was so pushy that when you got out of the car you couldn´t stand and I did mention the Nissan Micra, right?!
On one particularly steepy and icy part we lost control of the car and gently slid to the edge of the road with nothing but dark abyss staring right back at us. The girl that was driving said in a very calm voice: "We are going down, girls!" And we accepted it, hugged the seat infront and thought of the people that mattered. Nobody screamed, nobody breathed...but as you have realized by now...I am writing this post, so we did make it (everybody breathe now!) for some reason, and believe you me: physics was not involved, the car stopped and we got the control back, looked at each other and laughed. A common reaction after shock.
Despite it all, it was so worth it and the weekend with all its movements will be remembered fondly by all of us that took part in it.
Asa, Anna Margret, Thordis and Palina: thanks for a rocky, funky and cool weekend!