Wednesday 6:38PM
That's all this is... catching up on pictures, ha. From Iceland:
On top of a mountain for facks sake!
Freckles and lavender (?) for days...
Gullfoss
Game Of Thrones nature bitches
Sun never sets in Iceland this time of of year.
Tuesday 7:41PM. Dublin, Ireland.
Don't go for a run when you don't know where you are.
It turns out that not every city is a grid and number system like New York City.
Fack.
Luckily. I'm awesome and figure shit out. I, also, am part viking, as you know. I have a fab sense of direction/ haven't caught my breath in over 7 hours.
More importantly, I finally made friends! Something that was missing in Iceland. I met two american girls studying abroad who saved me from a drunk, old Irish man. We got dinner and everything. I wouldn't admit to it.... but I was getting a bit lonely in Iceland. Also, the "lads" I'm staying with here in Dublin, Michael and Tim, are really great and sweet. I mean it's only been a day and half, but so far they're not creepy or crazy. *thumbs up* *hair flip*
I have yet to do touristy things here. Maybe I'll jam pack my day to distract myself from the fact that I'll be turning half of 50 years old tomorrow....
Gross. Nobody talk to me.
Saturday 10:35PM. Reykjavik, Iceland.
So, if I'm being perfectly honest, the city in Reykjavik is only okay. It's too touristy, and the 19 year olds behind me in the hostel common room are talking about if their fake IDs will work for the clubs.
However, the excursions are where it's at. VIKING HORSES. Not only do they sound bad ass, they are. Three people, including a guide, fell off their horse today... onto volcanic rock, mind you. I, of course, did not because I'm an amazon and descend from vikings. True story. But no viking amazonian's ass is immune to the bruising you get from the bouncing up and down. And, also, wear a sports bra gals.
Luckily I had booked a two parter day, and spent the second half at the Blue Lagoon spa. Yea... I spa now. Mud mask and all. It was way too relaxing though, and I fell asleep when I got back. And will be up all night with the 19 year olds because the sun never sets here.
.... Might not be all bad. One of them has picked up a guitar and has a lovely voice.
I knew Europe would turn me cougar.
Roar my babies.
Friday 12:59PM
I'm so facking jet lagged. I had to be up for breakfast at 8am, which is fucking 4am your time, ya jerks. All I want to do is not be a tourist and check into my hostel and take a nap. But I can't do that for another hour. So, I've finally started what you all have been waiting for.... I'm back from a veeeeery long blogging hiatus. The fact that it was requested by soooo many people to start again once I started my travels made me feel very special and famous. And now that I'm famous, I had to have my own website. Names like Kylie Derby are few and far between.
This hostel I'm in is full of experienced travelers. And they're all talking to each other about their experiences and how they've even hitch hiked to get around and the music and how beautiful blah blah. Honestly, they all sound like pretentious douches with their non-american accents.
I hope I'm one of them some day.
At the end of each post I'll be saying where exactly I am.... Just, you know, in case I get "Taken" and you all have to pull a Liam Neeson. I'm at the Reykjavik City Hostel until Monday morning.