We arrived to Iceland in August 17th. The sun still stayed for a while in the night, as it does every summer. The landscape still green, the days still sunny. Now, you can see the snowy mountains, the streets get frozen and the wind whips everything on its way.
We started a new routine. One that included more visits to the gym and the doses of vitamins to withstand the coming winter. Our new daily begins to take shape.
Recognising the streets, getting to know on which left I have to turn; realising that from the green bridge to beyond is called Kópavogur and where I need to slow down because clueless children are crossing all the time. Become familiar with my new neighbourhood.
Finding different restaurants, and to discover on their menu my new favorite dish, to try ingredients, and suffer from cravings that I can't satisfy. Rejoice for things that "hit the mark". Discover a tomatillo sauce that could make some good chilaquiles, the tortilla brand that does taste like real tortilla and the ingredients needed to make some good tacos al pastor.
Reencounter with friends of the past, celebrate with my new friendships.
The first rejections, the first fears. The frustration of understanding everything they say and not being able to answer anything, as if my mouth was sewn. Ignore traditions, question myself.