The icy streets have taken their toll
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Once again, I woke up at 11. Woops! Unfortunately, my knees were in a lot of pain when I awoke, which is highly unusual. I realized it was from walking on the ice the past few days, because my boots were great. I also had quite the bruise from my icy wipeout the day before. Regardless, I quickly showered and headed to the weekend flea market across the street from the hot dog stand. I had been looking forward to this, because many people consider it a big attraction. Frankly, I did not think it was that different from any other flea market I've been to. I did find a few gifts for family members there, but declined to try the fermented shark that is sold at the market. Thanks but no thanks.
After the flea market, I walked to Thorvaldsenbazarinn, a wool goods shop.
From there, I braved the icy sidewalks to make my way to the Icelandic National Gallery. About four blocks of sidewalk took me 20-30 minutes! I was in a terrible mood by the time I arrived, but the exhibit was lovely. Only two rooms were open to viewing, and it was a lovely introduction to native artwork of the 20th century. Upstairs was a little cafe where a man had a variety of soup, and I had a delicious bowl of Tex-Mex soup with actual beans in it! It was also garnished with sour cream, cheese, avocado, and red onions. Yum.
After a hazardous walk back to the main drag from the museum, I was completely done with the icy sidewalks for the day. I headed back to Our House and read for awhile. I popped to the shop to get veggie soup ingredients, then made a big pot of yummy curry soup that lasted the rest of my stay. Two Indian girls had arrived at the guest house the night before, and they had been on a Golden Circle tour all day. When they came back, we sat around and chatted for a few hours, comparing US, European and Indian cultures before heading to bed.