It feels weird to be home.

As many of you already know, I'm back home. I have been here couple of days already. Iceland was awesome and life changing - if I just give it a chance to do it.

You have already heard about how our flight was 18 hours late, how we slept in airport hotel and ate bad  food. You also know about our road trip, how we got stuck in the snow twice, how our bodies synchronized. But there was so much more.

There was bathing in Myvatn Nature Baths, couchsurfing meeting, too many noodles cups. Helpful people and so much love. Sleeping in weird places, cute dogs and cats. Partying with everyone, dancing all nights, laying in the streets. Many pizzas, way too much white bread and awesome cheesecakes.

There was Dancing boy, who probably changed my life. I don't wanna forget him ever and I think I won't. He was my guide, my turning point. Person who made more sense to me than many other. Person who showed me options, directions where I can go.

There was Lindy Hop and Salsa evenings, many young talented people. Flirting people in the bars, but no one touching without permission. There was awesome graffiti, big and well-done. Small cities, whose people seemed like some of them might not ever been in the capital, Reykjavik. Bigger cities, where you still knew too many people.

Iceland changed me, again.

Love,
Ambivalent

ps. I still haven't got all of the photos from Red..