Whether I'm trying my best to not fall off an Icelandic glacier, or standing in an ice-cold stream in Austria, or watching a lioness snack on a zebra on the African plains, or (more often) just sitting at my desk overhearing 16-year-old girl gossip, every day's a holly-day for me.

Saturday, June 14, 2014

Day 1-3: Rekajyvic? Reklyvic? Rekykvalic? Reykjavik?



When I read on the itinerary that we were going straight from the airport to the Blue Lagoon, I thought it a bit odd. Now that I've been there, I realize it was genius! I got up at 6 a.m. Central Time on Tuesday morning and traveled until 7:00 a.m. Iceland time on Wednesday morning. What better way to relax after a day of  (literally) limping through airports than soaking in 98-degree natural spring water? The Blue Lagoon is the top attraction on every Iceland travel site I’d looked at, and there’s a good reason for that. It’s unlike anyplace I’ve ever seen. A huge geothermal power plant sits in the background, overlooking a very large pool of steamy, almost iridescent, warm blue water. The Icelanders take hygiene seriously, especially when it comes to mucking up their lagoon. We were given towels and lockers and were required to shower sans bathing suits BEFORE getting in the water, an idea I was in complete favor of, given the number of humans who dip in and out of the water each day. The second I stepped into the lagoon, I wanted to move to Iceland. All around the lagoon are stations with buckets of “mud” from the lagoon floor and walls that people spread all over their bodies and face. The mud contains minerals that are very healing and good for the skin. 



Of course we slathered the white mud all over our faces, took plenty of pictures and then relaxed on the side of the pool while the mud dried and did its magic. I rinsed my face after about ten minutes and felt sure I looked five years younger. What I didn’t account for is what the mud-water combo would do to my contacts. I felt like I had a gallon of sand and salt poured in each eye. I blindly found my way back to the locker room and spent ten minutes reviving my contacts, but it all ended well. We stayed in the lagoon for another couple of hours, taking tons of photos of people of all races, ages and sizes wading through the steam and water with white mud smeared all over their face. We made our way over to the swim up bar, had a green smoothie and some very pure, very delicious Icelandic Glacier bottled water and even though we didn’t really want to leave (ever!), we decided it was time to head to the hostile.









Our hostile was basic, but very clean and comfortable. After an hour or so of getting settled, our Nat Geo leaders, Erika and Peter (both awesome!) led us a couple of miles into the city center so we could get familiar with the city and take in the views from the water. Dinner was very good pizza and pasta and then we headed back to the hostile for our first group meeting and early bedtime. Unfortunately, the sun didn’t realize how tired we were. I laid down at 11:00 pm, and it was as bright as 5:30 pm is in Houston. It was unsettling and made sleep difficult, but I was exhausted enough that I managed to sleep with the aid of earplugs and a sleeping mask.

On Thursday, we took taxis to the largest cathedral in the city and broke up into small groups for some photography practice. The kids did a great job following instructions and practicing techniques. We walked around, stopping in shops and cafes, took lots of photos of locals and ended up eating Indian food for lunch. It was very good! After lunch, we visited the photography museum to view an exhibit by local photographer Ragnar Axelsson. He talked to us about his work and answered lots of questions.
















We went back to the hostile, learned the basics of Adobe Lightroom with Erika, ate fish at a nearby restaurant for dinner and walked home at 10 pm in broad daylight. I was up until 2:30 a.m. because I can’t get used to the sun being out all night. Even with my $13 sleeping mask on, my brain knows it’s light outside. I finally took a zzzzzzz-quil, which did the trick.



Friday was a packed day. At breakfast, we met our Nat. Geo photographer, Gianluca Colla. Gianluca is an Italian photographer who lives in Switzerland. He did a great lesson with the kids before we set out for lunch and a 2.5-hour bike tour around Reykjavík. At lunch, we sampled mink whale. I was most reluctant to try it…I mean, I’ve watched Whale Wars! We learned, however, that the mink whale is not endangered. There are about 25,000 of them in the waters around Iceland and only 150 are killed each year by the Icelandic fisherman. Nevertheless, there is a lot of controversy among Icelanders about the ethics of killing the mink whales…most agree that it is acceptable, but some are adamantly against it. I tasted the meat…tasted like steak, actually, but chewier. I can’t say I want to eat it again, but I can say I tried it. After my bite of whale, I had lobster soup and a shrimp kabob – both delicious.





Besides the Blue Lagoon, the bike tour was the highlight of our time in the city. Our tour guide, Stannar, was entertaining, we saw parts of the city we’d never normally see and – bonus! – I got a glut workout! We learned a bunch of interesting facts about Icelanders on the tour:

  1. Most Icelanders either believe in elves or at the very least, don’t dismiss them. There is a lot of superstition about messing with or moving “elf rocks” and most locals won’t do it, even if they don’t whole-heartedly believe in elves…just in case.
  2. Icelanders are considered laid-back and easy going, for the most part. They don’t get too stressed about much of anything, especially the men. AND…they are often late. Being up to 20 minutes late in social situations is pretty much expected and not considered rude. I think I may be Icelandic!
  3. There are usually only 2-3 murders in the entire country each year. Theft is very rare and parents will go in to a store to grab some groceries or have a cup of coffee and leave their sleeping babies in carriages outside. No one bothers the babies, no one thinks twice about doing this. 
  4. The divorce rate in Iceland is the highest in the world – 60-65%. Stannar explained that many, many couples do a “trial run” for several years before getting married (maybe I actually am Icelandic???). They also often have children out of wedlock, which is not really considered taboo.
  5. Stannar also explained that when the Vikings left Scandinavia to pillage and plunder England, they killed ¾ of the men and stole 60% of the women. He explained that they “obviously took the prettiest 60%” and took them to what is now Iceland. Taking the most beautiful of the English women, combined with the Nordic ruggedness of the Vikings, resulted in a “spectacular gene pool,” which is why Icelandic women and children are known for being so beautiful, why the Icelandic men are “near-perfect specimens” and why “England has still not recovered.” Perhaps a little biased in his explanation, but entertaining to hear!
  6. Finally, Stannar explained that the women who were brought to Iceland were most unhappy about their abduction (duh!), causing them to become angry, bitter, tough-as-nails women who pretty much hated men. These traits were also apparently passed down through the gene pool and, according to Stannar, is the reason the divorce rate is 60%. 








After the bike tour, we set out for a Viking Festival in a town about 20 miles outside the city.  We took two city busses and arrived to find about 75 locals dressed in very authentic Viking garb, selling a variety of jewelry, stones with magical powers, sheep horns, and leather works. We also watched aViking Battle and talked to several locals. Everyone we’ve encountered speaks excellent English and is very friendly. The festival offered endless photo ops, especially good people pics, so the kids got some great practice. We ate at the Viking Village restaurant afterwards, which was very over-priced, but fun. I ate $40 ribs and coleslaw.  No worries…Iceland is not taking over Texas as the bbq capital of the world anytime soon.
















We walked back to our bus stop at 10:00 pm in broad daylight, got on the wrong bus, got off the wrong bus and onto the right bus and made it back home by 11:00. I finally fell asleep around 1:30 a.m. to the sound of birds chirping and was up at 7:15 for our departure from Reykjavik. Even if I can’t spell Reykjavik correctly, I like it! It’s clean, colorful, and seems to be “well-plotted” as described by Erika and the people are friendly and laid back.





I’m currently typing this on a bus that will be our transportation around the island for the rest of the trip. I wish I could tell you what town we are stopping in first, but I can’t pronounce it, much less spell it…suffice it to say, it’s in the middle of nowhere, it’s cold and windy, and it’s beautiful!


Tuesday, June 10, 2014

Brace Yourself!

We've made it to the gate and haven't lost a kid yet. I got to ride in an airport cart for the first time ever bc of "the foot" issue. I'm sporting a very fashionable Velcro brace, which has helped greatly. 
The ride on the cart was surprisingly "breezy" - they move quickly! Headed for a five hour layover in Boston. By this time tomorrow, I'll be soaking in the Blue Lagoon. 

Friday, June 6, 2014

You're Going to Iceland?? WHY?

That's the question I've been asked most since I first started telling people I am going to Iceland for two weeks. Of course, a few people have responded with "awesome!" or "that's so cool...that's where Game of Thrones is filmed!," but for the most part, I get quizzical looks when I tell people where I'm going.

Honestly, when my friend/travel partner/co-teacher Cathy Bottoms asked me way back in September if I'd like to go to Iceland, my initial response was probably also a quizzical look. Within 10-15 seconds, however, I heard myself saying, "SURE!" I then immediately began wondering how I was going to stay warm. I love mountains and snow, but I mostly like seeing them through a window while I'm sitting by a fireplace, under a blanket, preferably drinking something that warms me from the inside out. Instead, for at least two nights of the trip, I will be looking at mountains and snow from the plastic window of a tent. On the ground. In a sleeping bag.  I guess the saving grace is that we'll have only four hours of darkness each night, so it will only be in the 30s or 40s instead of the 20s. Luckily, I'm only sleeping outside two out of 14 nights, so I think I can manage. I slept outside and didn't shower for a WEEK in Africa...this should be a piece of (very cold) cake!

Of course, I've spent more money preparing for this trip than the actual trip costs (not really...but close), but you can be sure, I'm going to be warm! Layers, layers and more layers are the theme of the trip. I will be traveling with Cathy, 16 photography students, two National Geographic Leaders, and a Nat Geo photographer. We will be gone two weeks and will cover the entire county of Iceland, which is only as big as Kentucky.

I've started packing, and of course, as is always the case, I have way too much stuff. I'll be paring down my packing list this weekend, praying that I can somehow survive two weeks of trekking around Iceland with only 50 pounds of stuff.

Wish me luck and please pray for unusually warm temps in Iceland for the next two weeks! Stay tuned.

Thursday, June 16, 2011

I'm the Worst Blogger Ever

I know, I know! We have had very little time and frankly, when we have had time to be on the computer, I've been too exhausted to write anything that would be even mildly interesting to anyone with literacy beyond the first grade. I WILL get caught up.

We left Italy yesterday and traveled by plane to Athens and then by bus to Delphi. The entire vibe of the trip changed when we got to Greece. It feels much more relaxed and calm. Italy was beautiful and amazing and educational, but a little chaotic and rushed and frenetic. We will function at a slower pace here in Greece, which will be welcomed by all.

On a more personal note, I actually may be leaving early. My 94-year-old grandmother, who lives in Dallas and to whom I am very close, is not doing well at all. I am in the process of deciding when I am going to leave and how to arrange all that. It's been very trying, to say the least...and another reason I've been avoiding the blog.

About to head out again to lunch, which, for me, will consist of SALAD and CHICKEN...we had very little of either in Italy. I've eaten more bread and pasta in the last week than I've eaten in the past three months at home. My body is rebelling and demanding protein and veggies. We are in Delphi, which sits in the mountains overlooking the Sea of Corinth (I think...). It is beautiful and friendly and peaceful.

More later....

Wednesday, June 8, 2011

Next Time You Need to Go to Target Before a Big Trip...


come shop at my house instead. You know the aisle that has all the travel sized products? That aisle now exists on my bed. I'm having a sample sized sale at my house when I get back. Come see me!

Panic Napping

I should be in frantic-panic-packing mode right now. I'm actually in panic-napping mode. I just woke up from my becoming-much-too -regular afternoon siesta (yes, it's called that in Italy too). I used to work out in the late afternoon. Now I nap. The trade-offs for each are equal, although my abs would argue that point. Anywho...I digress.

My airport limo - and by limo, I mean Carly Cannon's Nissan Murano - is picking me up in 16 hours and I have not packed one stitch of clothing. I just woke up from a dream in which I arrived in Italy with clothes packed, but NOTHING else. No toiletries, no camera, no shoes except the one I wore on the plane, no nothing except a lot of cute skirts and every color tank top Target sells. And in my dream (operative word being "dream"), I wasn't the least bit panicked or flustered. Just as I am, at this moment, feeling no urgency whatsoever to get up and be productive, despite the fact that I am leaving the country tomorrow for two weeks with 13 teenagers of whom I am in charge. Where has the Type-A Holly I know gone??

I'm getting a little panicked about not being panicked.

Monday, June 6, 2011

The Countdown Begins. Again.

Once again, I'm gearing up for the next big adventure. My friend and colleague, Carly Cannon, and I are leaving Thursday for a two-week trip to Italy and Greece. We will travel with a National Geographic photographer, Massimo Bassano, two Nat Geo leaders, David and Carolyn, and 13 girls from MHS. Did you read those last five words? 13 girls. 13 girls, ages 15-17. And three women. God speed to Massimo and David.

For whatever reason, I'm not nearly as stressed about preparation for this trip as I was about Africa. I suppose this is because unlike last year, I am not worried about sleeping on the ground in a tent, contracting malaria or getting eaten by a lion. I am hopeful that my biggest worry on this trip is what gelato flavor I will be trying each day. And by "each day," I mean each and EVERY day. The biggest challenge of the packing so far is, as always, shoes. How does one walk all over Europe looking cute but also being comfortable? It's 2011...I can program my DVR from my phone while driving down the road in a different country. Can't SOMEONE make cute AND comfortable walking shoes!?

We will be visiting Florence, Rome, Athens, Nafplio, Delphi and several small towns and villages along the way. I have been to Europe, but never Greece or Italy. Can't wait to get there!

Ciao! (You are all going to be soooooooo sick of reading that by the time I am finished with this trip!)