This summer just doesn't make sense. It's 9:30 in the evening now, and I'm sweaty and sticky and it's too hot to really do anything.
I went camping twice in two weeks - once to get drunk and once to show Buggy around Iceland. We found ridiculous souvenirs:
(if it would've been winter, we might have bought them)
I'm going to Seyðisfjörður later this week and I'm ridiculously excited. Oh my.