week twenty two

The Golden Circle gave our lovely camp crew some golden rays of sunshine!

the camp continues

with one more round

around the Golden Circle

a visit to the whales of Reykjavik

this time, the real ones

we went dolphin watching

with a pinch of whales

I think I saw

a blow of water

or another wave

that shook us for 3 hours

at least it was for free

this camp was defined

by Italians and food

Illy coffee and Camembert

a peculiar group of people

with a late start

and early end

but still a great time

leading the last camp

with another soul

who just moved out

this week we lost two

luckily not too far

they decided to call

the land of ice and fire

their next home

like many of us

and we know the address

followed by 5 days off

to rest from a challenge

and prepare for our last

best camp we’ll ever have

we slept

enjoyed the peace

of having a house

free of Italians

with a functional

blender and coffee maker

went to the BEACH

had a swim

in the 12°C ocean

and something resembling a tan

these were the two

days of summer in Iceland

below 18°C of course

celebrated a French birthday

and went to the intercultural dinner

just to eat

fulfilled a 3-month long dream

of having Bounty ice cream

met my mentor for the first time

in 5 months

and started to dislike

Reykjavik a bit more

thanks, tourists

news flash

this was supposed to be

my last week here, but

I’m staying two more weeks

after staying two more weeks

four weeks to go

I have a ticket home

and back

The Kerið crater is still there! (And it looks the same!)
Visiting the same spot exactly one year later.. besides absolutely everything else, my hair has grown longer!
Whale hello there!
The only thing worse than tourists in this town, is to see the memory of disrupted peace in the Highlands driving around in Reykjavik.. the French film crew’s catering truck.
Be prepared for food pictures, we do a lot of them these days!
Our first summery day – it was 12 degrees outside!
Bounty
ice
cream
!
From the best ice cream spot of Reykjavik, Gaeta Gelato (it’s Italian, of course).
The camp leaders of your dreams.
Smiling is overrated.

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