University of Iowa

Authored by Sam Rust

1/28/2015

I went to Iceland... and then I came back

I don’t know how to answer the questions you’ll ask me about being abroad for four months. You’ll ask if it was amazing, and then you will ask me if I miss it. And I will say there are a few things that I miss in particular – getting to see mountains every day, and I honestly miss hearing the Icelandic language. The landscape is surreal, so I miss that, too. What I could do without is missing my friends and family in the United States. But now I just miss the friends that I made abroad.
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12/17/2014

Sam Rust’s Guide to Icelandic Hot Pools

So you’ve made your list of things to do in Iceland, and nestled in between subjecting yourself to eating fermented shark and witnessing the original geyser, Geysir, spout is a trip to the Blue Lagoon. You’ve heard about the unlimited supply of a relatively important resource that is hot water and the ways in which Icelanders utilize and enjoy said resource.
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12/5/2014

Iceland Airwaves

Here’s how it works: you buy a ticket online and then you wait. You wait for November to arrive, you wait in line to get your wrist band, you wait in line to get into venues, you wait in line to see a particular band and then you wait for the crowds to subside so you can wait in line for the next show. If you are an impatient soul who despises large numbers of people, Iceland Airwaves is not for you. If you’re a music enthusiast, avid reader, “orch-dork,” party-animal or all of the above, Iceland Airwaves will be one of the best weeks of your life.
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10/7/2014

Icelandic Pastoral

“Góðan daginn! Do you need any help sorting your sheep?” I asked in butchered Icelandic, tapping an older woman in waders on the shoulder. She stopped directing sheep traffic and shook her head. Although she probably spoke English fluently, she apparently didn’t have the time to spare when tourists such as myself were eager to help. Instead of answering my question, she pulled an older man over for me to talk to and walked away.
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9/18/2014

Mission Statement

Right now, I’m sitting on an 8x8m slab of hardwood flooring. I just did some yoga, I’m listening to music and browsing Facebook-- essentially nothing different than I would be doing back home. Yet there are little things that remind me that I’m actually nowhere near home: I have to bring my own roll of toilet paper to the bathroom, and the water in the shower is scalding and reeking of sulfur so I know it’s authentic Icelandic geothermal water. The combination of my regular routine and the elemental stank confirmed the surreal: I’m officially moved into Reykjavik, Iceland.
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