So we finally found out all about ourselves... our heritage, that is. We actually got some folders of our family tree in Iceland, starting with the first that left for North America. Pretty sure since I'm a decendent of the very first icelanders to move to America, it only shows 5 generations and everyone else's grandma is icelandic, my tree was considerably smaller. I actually got to see how closely I was related to not only famous people in Iceland, but also the other Snorris. Come to find out I'm only 7 generations away from the President and everyone else is a long shot. In the museum they had a big DNA strand. Here's a picture of brad with it.
So since it was a friday night, there was nothing else to do but party! Pretty sure parties don't start till midnight and they end around 8 in the morning. Freaking crazy culture, that's all I've got to say. We got into a club for free and they even gave us all 2 free beers. Pretty sure since Pall, Cheryl, and I don't drink beer, we just gave it all to Jay (on the right) and he drank 9 beers in just that club. That man is proud to be a canadian. I think my favorite thing about him is that whenever there is a problem he always tries to fix it with zambuka. If the drink isn't that good, zambuka. If your day is going wrong, zambuka. If you feel slightly queezy, zambuka. If you have a sore throat, zambuka. I only wish it was that easy to solve all of lifes problems with just zambuka.
Here's a personal fav- downtown pizza in the middle of the night. I just wanted to show you how reykjavik looks outside in the wee hours of the night.
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