Hunang! Ég er heimili!

He stood there, in a hand-down suit from one of his older brothers, nodding his head to the rhythm of the music. The band was playing some of the old schlagers, ever so popular at the country-balls. He was scoping the young ladies, looking for a suitable target to ask to dance.

There she stood. Quite short in height but attractive all the same, in her pretty blue dress. Should he, or should he not? He waited and watched her, as she sat and conversed with another girl her age. Probably her best friend, he thought and wished that the friend would go away so that he could have a chance to speak to her alone. Why do girls always have to move around in flocks like that?

Finally, he gave up on waiting and decided to approach her no matter what.

"Hi, I'm Kristján. Would you like to dance with me?" he asked her, trying to sound casual and self confident.

"No thank you. I'm busy." It was a definite answer. He walked away, sulking and disappointed.

***

Now, almost thirty years later, they're married, the young man and the best friend of the girl in the blue dress. Second choice? Not at all. More like practice makes perfect I guess...

This couple, my parents, were over here in the Netherlands, along with my brother, supposedly being tourists in Holland, but actually doing more of IKEA furniture building.

A gigant thanks to my folks, little-bro Leifur and Austrian Tobi for helping me settle propperly in my new flat. I now have a bed. I now have curtains. I now have shelves. I now have nice flat mates. It's perfect.