Fish, fish everywhere..

Fishdays. It was so awesome. Camping, drinking and chilling.

 "I like the way you drink!" First night was all about drinking and dancing. I spent almost whole time in the dance floor with M. He is so awesome dancer. It's funny that I can't watch him dancing if I'm dancing at the same time. I would love to watch him, because hey - he's fucking awesome. But I dance my eyes closed. I can't concentrate on dancing if my eyes are open. Odd, but maybe some day I can do that.

I think I slept like two hours or something in first night. That meant I was sleepy almost whole day. But it was worth of it. In fishdays there are free fish everywhere. Everything is free. I recommend everyone to go and experience that. I tasted fish soup, fish burgers, some grilled Icelandic fish and of course I had ice cream for dessert (that wasn't made of fish, just you to know).
At one point we went to see M's relatives. And they were cooking a whole pig. And inside of that pig there was three chickens. Seriously, who makes a whole pig when there's free fish around the town. I wanted to see how they cook that thing, even though it was really hard. I'm a vegetarian and I almost fainted and threw up. Only almost.

Later that day we met E. She was so awesome. She and M have been friends little longer than six months, but they really seemed to have fun together. We spent whole night together, just me, M and E. We tried to go dancing, but my body was so tired that it was almost impossible. I was glad that M and E agreed to go walking instead of dancing.
We walked almost 6 hours. At some point we found one really good place to sit. It was big grass field and no one else was there. It was close enough to hear music and party going on, but far enough to talk and just enjoy the night. It was the perfect spot for us. Only us three sitting there and talking about everything. I think I told my deepest feelings to those two. And it felt good.
Usually if I told someone about myself and things inside of my head, I feel really insecure. If someone knows my weak points, I'm vulnerable. I always get that feeling it was mistake to talk about things. But not this time. This time it felt so safe. They didn't laugh, they didn't make fun of me. They just accepted me as I'm. I have missed that feeling.

Anyway, whole weekend was awesome. I really love Iceland.

Love,
Ambivalent