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Summer in Iceland - Day Six

It is the final day and we have moved past Sion's shark consumption.

We left Cafe Loki and just strolled back through town. I wandered in and out of stores looking for soft gloves or socks. There are lots of gloves, socks, scarves, hats, and etc all over the place but most of them are made of wool and are as harsh and scratchy as anything I have ever seen. I wanted something soft and silky and amazing and I didn't find that which is okay.

The general game plan was to find this Ice Cream place across the street from CCP. It seems that they make their ice cream daily and it is the most amazing ice cream ever. So, we head to this ice cream place which is also near a grocery store and some museums. We go in and Corbexx orders some terrible concoction of salted peanuts and some candy that I hate. He said it was delicious.

I was stuck staring at the flavors and not knowing what anything was because I'm illiterate in Iceland. I also have an ongoing problem with catching the attention of servers at places. It seems that being very blunt and pushy is normal. However, I find myself feeling incredibly impolite and insulting to do so. This means I often wind up in this state of purgatory where they ignore me and chat with each other because all of my subtle, polite attention signs are missed.

Then, as I struggled to figure out what flavor yellow was and why Oreo was solid dark brown a wave of people came in and I wound up against the back wall, confused. It turns out there is a ticket system that I had missed while trying to wait around. With a wave of people there and more cramming their way in I just gave up and left, much to Sion's harassment and Corbexx's coaxing to hold my hand through the scary ice cream acquisition process.

It was to late for me. I had shut down. I get frustrated when I cannot communicate and I loathe being loud and pushy. Its easier not to get the ice cream I don't even need to eat. So, we went licorice hunting at a grocery store for Sion. That didn't go well because there was almost none. This place was very bare bones and utilitarian and free of licorice. That led us to go look at the Viking Museum while Sion tried to challenge me to get ice cream and brave the now ungodly packed store. I was no longer in the mood for such things and then almost got in trouble at the museum because you have to pay to go in but there is no sign that tells you that? Maybe its assumed? I don't know. My mood was somewhat foul when I left there. Well, not really. Most frustrated so we went to acquire Steve for dinner.

We went looking for one restaurant and found it after a long walk. Steve walks fast as hell. The menu was kind of 'meh' so we went to a place he has been to before. However, they had no tables and only reservations. The place right next door and down some steps looked good so there we had dinner and chatting before we went to the normal hangout for a little bit.

In the end I decided to turn in early. I'm tired and wish to sleep. I also had to pack. Now packing is done. Writing is done. And mostly, my trip to iceland is done. I'm going to fall asleep to the chatter of voices and clomping of heels outside of my window as the city parties for the weekend and sleep until I wake or at least in time to check out and catch my ride to the airport tomorrow.

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