For the last week, I have been dreaming in Icelandic. Not vivid dreams like I usually have, but weird, fuzzy dreams where the scene is dim...kind of like I am under a bed. Anyway, I don't see much, but I am surrounded by Icelandic voices, multiple voices, talking at the speed of light. I am straining to follow what they're trying to say, but to no avail. My level of frustration rises along with my body temperature, and the next thing I know, I wake up in a pool of sweat. Yes, I think I'm Read More
First Day of School
Yesterday we started "Ice-School". The entire time that I was there I was writing a short-story in my head about the experience. Unfortunately, if I take the time to recount every detail about the smells of the classroom, the jolly professor with his Hawaiian shirt, the two other classmates from Germany and Denmark, and the inter-lingual learning techniques, then I won't have time to study before bed. One statement: Colby is a grammatical, linguistical genius and I am so thankful that he Read More
“At the Restaurant”
I sat down to do some Icelandic self-study today through the online program Colby got us called "Before You Know It." Here were the flash cards I studied: sviðin- singed sheep heads hakarlinn- rotten shark hrutspungarnir- ram's testicles (kept in sour milk) skatan- fermented skate sviðasultan- sheep head jellyMy new life is going to be so weird. Read More