Annie B Garman

For those of you who aren’t familiar with Icelandic culture, nudity is the norm here. In the locker rooms at the gym and the pool, there is no hiding anything from anyone. It has been interesting to take the kids swimming here. Last time we were here (in 2007), they were too young to remember anything, so this is all new for them. Last night we entered the locker room all bundled up in our winter gear and Haley stopped dead in her tracks, made a loud gasp, and --with jaw and eyes gaping Read More

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

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