I am currently sitting in a great little cafe, called Kaffimidja Íslands, that we were directed to by none other than some kids from Northeastern that we met at the hostel while we checked out the other day. Until a moment ago Thriller was playing, on vinyl, in the corner. This is both comforting in its familiarity and irksome, much in the way English is spoken prevalently here. Strangely enough, Eli has been greeted in German at least once per day since arriving. We blame his glasses...and ancestry, of course. The cafe is unmarked but insanely popular - and rightfully so, as the coffee seems to be the best we've sampled so far and the setting a great mix of living room comfy and clean, DesignSponge worthy kitsch. As you can see, complete with BubbleYum pink roasters.
Here is a peek from behind one of the four clock faces and the overall view of the colorful rooftops and beyond:
Since this is my very first post and I'm just getting into the swing of framing these bits of commentary and reflection, I will close this one out here. There is so much to really take in - but also so much to share that we could easily record something every day. It is some of the smaller and less specifically touristy things that have been helping us shift into the traveling mindset slowly but surely. Naturally, the is a large part of me that still feels that our next flight will be leading us right back to the Pretzel Factory in to the coziness of our beloved nest. It is a strong inertia to pull the firing of synapses and will of our bodies against...a process made far easier by delicious espresso and transfixing people watching while (now) The Smiths play in the background.