Slept sixteen hours — the longest I have slept in my life that I was neighter sick nor a child. Since then we have ambled about, shopping in a desultory way (books, a blanket, a map, and postcards) and talking, a lot. I haven’t see Elizabeth since spring, at least, and there is so much to catch up on.
Reykjavik is my favorite city in the world — not the most beautiful (that would be Stockholm), but the one that makes me happiest. And with the tourists mostly gone and snow on the ground, it is even better. There is a giant cat covered in lights, the Jólakötturinn; the sun sets at 3:30 and they put candles on your bar table by four; the bookstores are crammed to the rafters with new books. Even out of the cute downtown, I love it.
