Day 2- The trip

There’s something about getting up 15 minutes before you leave for a field trip that just make the whole day special.  Our whole room slept in and we threw our clothes on as we tried to grab a bite to eat to make it to the bus by 8:30, that is, until we found out that we were an hour early.  We then took a little more time finishing up breakfast, the girls put makeup on, and we actually packed a few things for our trip. 

Initially I was a little disappointed that I wouldn’t be able to make it to church but we actually went with Nordjobb, which is a Nordic association that lets any Young Scandinavian adult move to another Nordic country for work.  It consisted of 4 Danes, 3 Norwegians, 13 Finns, 15 Swedes, and 1 Greenlandic girl.  I almost crapped my pants meeting the Greenlandic girl because not only did I tell her how our family fought over Greenland when we played Risk, but just the week before Unnur asked me if I could go anywhere in the world where would I go and I said Greenland.  When I was on the bus I talked to a ton of them but I sat by a Swedish speaking Finn, Silja (right), and the Greenlandic girl (left).

We went to a huge waterfall at first and I made friends with so many people, mainly the Swedes and Finns, that is, until I met the Danes.  Funny guys let me tell ya.  We were lucky enough to stop at the local gas station to stock up on supplies in which I bought skyr, a liter of milk, and a salmon and egg salad sandwich.  During the trip I brought my milk with me and did quite a few promos, I know, I could really be a photographer; maybe I should study marketing instead.  I also went to the bathroom and couldn't stop laughing when I saw the sign.

As always, all the Swedes wondered why I spoke Swedish.  They were all surprised as I explained that I served as a missionary to serve the people in Sweden.  A lot of people asked me why I went or asked basic questions about the church in which I was much obliged to elaborate.  Here are some pictures of my friends, Olivia (Sweden), Markus, (Finland), and my Norwegian Friends.

Afterward, I went to go see Unni and her friends with Michael, a fellow Snorri that just got back from San Jose on his mission.  Unnur’s best friend corrected my Icelandic, which I loved, and her boyfriend was from Göteborg, Sweden and we had lots of fun talking about life back home.  Unnur helped me as I read Donald Duck to her and she commented on my Swedish accent, I then busted out the most atrocious American accent that almost made my own ears bleed. She laughed but promptly told me to use my normal accent.  Towards the end though we decided to have a staring contest in her car but she couldn’t go 2 seconds without laughing, maybe it was my shutter shades.  She then paid the price by listening to AM radio static and having the AC blasted on her for 2 minutes for doing something that escapes my mind at the moment, but she so deserved it.  It was I called taking matters into my own hands and letting the repentance process take its role as she learned the true meaning of restitution.