Coming back to Iceland felt like my head was put into a bucket of icecold water. Sraight from bar-working, late nights and smoking like a chimny into a healthy, homey, hardworking, schoolgirl that always goes to sleep before midnight. My body had to severely recover from this sudden change of lifestyle. Now after almost two weeks I'm finally catching my breath. It feels good to be back at school. My brain and mind is more alert.
Although I do not know how long I will last on this lovely iceberg. I've already found myself looking through some exchange booklets at the university.
But for now this is it. Goddamn those icelandic hills. Biking here is ten times more hard work than in sweet flat Holland.
