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I'm not hidden, are you?
by Erika Lundqvist - Jun 05, 2010
A very tired me, lands at the Keflavik Airport early one spring morning, after a night of no sleep. Taking the flybus into the city, out of the window I saw nothing but rocks covered in brown moss, and thought to myself; What am I doing here?
What was I doing there? Well, random people back home like to come up to me and guess my nationality, and after the 3rd or 4th stranger asking "Are you Icelandic?", I bought a flight to Reykjavik, to find out what the heck these people look like? I got there, and everyone was right! All the Islanders wore black and red, just like me!
I arrived in the early morning and couldn't check into the hostel until 2, so I spent the morning aimlessly wandering around town-- much like the rest of my stay. But it was in front of the Halgrimmskirkja church, I remarked that a middle aged taller man, looking a little odd and disproportional, smiles a little smile and waves to me in a way that an excited child would. I was tired and didn't think anything of it, so I smiled and nodded back.
It wasn't until I visited the Alfaskolan, or ElfSchool a week later, that I thought about it again. One of the drawn images of the "hidden people" in the folklore textbook given to us- looked strikingly familiar. I had realized that that day in front of the Halgrimmskirkja church, my traveling companion didn't seem to notice the waving man...
As I mentioned, the rest of my stay consisted of aimless wanders, and I found many wonderful things that I just don't see at home; like random geysers, beautiful hot springs, really clean birds, and invisible people.
I feel like I went home with a secret, and a fantastic notion of enchantment.
There are many things on this planet that I thought were impossible,but I learned that they are possible: In magical Iceland.
What was I doing there? Well, random people back home like to come up to me and guess my nationality, and after the 3rd or 4th stranger asking "Are you Icelandic?", I bought a flight to Reykjavik, to find out what the heck these people look like? I got there, and everyone was right! All the Islanders wore black and red, just like me!
I arrived in the early morning and couldn't check into the hostel until 2, so I spent the morning aimlessly wandering around town-- much like the rest of my stay. But it was in front of the Halgrimmskirkja church, I remarked that a middle aged taller man, looking a little odd and disproportional, smiles a little smile and waves to me in a way that an excited child would. I was tired and didn't think anything of it, so I smiled and nodded back.
It wasn't until I visited the Alfaskolan, or ElfSchool a week later, that I thought about it again. One of the drawn images of the "hidden people" in the folklore textbook given to us- looked strikingly familiar. I had realized that that day in front of the Halgrimmskirkja church, my traveling companion didn't seem to notice the waving man...
As I mentioned, the rest of my stay consisted of aimless wanders, and I found many wonderful things that I just don't see at home; like random geysers, beautiful hot springs, really clean birds, and invisible people.
I feel like I went home with a secret, and a fantastic notion of enchantment.
There are many things on this planet that I thought were impossible,but I learned that they are possible: In magical Iceland.
