The flipside of the
"little Fridays" phenomenon is that of little Mondays. Yesterday was the last in this year's crop of obscure midweek Icelandic spring holidays (
Uppstingingardagur, or Ascension Day:
Áfram Kristur!) so Wednesday was a little Friday par excellence, with its full complement of nighttime mania downtown. And today feels like a little Monday, the beginning of a tiny one-day work week. As the day wears on, however, I have the suspicion it will start to feel more and more like the Friday it actually is.
Iceland (or at least Rejkjavik): a bunch of alcoholics? One of the main features about stories out of Icelandic life is how much drinking goes on. Is heavy drinking really so central to Icelandic life? I would think that if I had an extended w-e, I would try my darndest to go to Hveravellir or the Sprengisandur, not show off how much overpriced beer I can consume before passing out at 4am.
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