They say you should always be grateful for everything that’s okay in life at the very moment. This morning left me with nothing but a phone number of a trusted person and too heavy baggage, standing at a lounge of my hostel middle of an unfamiliar island. Just an half hour before the agreed meeting time my host mailed to announce she couldn’t take me in anymore. In that moment, after the night in a dorm and her previous messages, that was one of the last things I wanted to hear. Again forced to think about a plan B what came to my staying, I sat down to have a free morning tea that the hostel reception included, and called to Kristveig the tutor, hoping for help.
After her coming by, a bit of creative thinking and cooperation we threw my baggage into her Jeep, and decided my visit at downtown was something to leave behind. She took me to a brand new area of the beautiful city, suggesting a joint Icelandic style dinner at her place. I helped her cook, made friends with the household’s cat Rosmarin, and got to meet her amazing all artistic family – the husband and her son. Good food and interesting topics of conversation led us to find our spirit animals. The cards made me a beaver!
Finally, later in the evening one of the teachers from the participating school of mine, apparently a good friend of Kristveig’s, answered her call and was – according to her – more than happy to offer me a place to stay. That was where we headed right after an episode of Doctor Who, a new common favorite.
Jon’s place for me is a dream. A private room with a back door, Netflix, a working WiFi and a design carried out with an artistic eye, what else could you really ask for. What’s more, I never wished to have a bathroom just for myself during the trip.
The man has his lovely family living upstairs above my little floor. His two sons already treat me like a sister, and his daughter, as well as his wife, were very willing to show the area around us for me tomorrow, propounding for example an outside swimming pool near by for us to check out together. Younger of he boys even made me a bookmark shaped of a cat, which I’ve met a bunch today.
Jon – what comes to that – mentioned he’s okay with driving me to school in mornings and taking me back home at once as going to work himself and leaving from there. He might not be the original Jon Snow, but totally enough to melt my heart all the same.
Greetings from Alisa 