The drop in

As I experienced Iceland as a child, there were always people dropping by my grandmother's house, and then later my aunt's house. But in the younger generation, it seems more customary to call first, before just dropping by. In some ways, as an American, I am a lot more comfortable with that, but in another way, I think something special about Icelandic culture is lost, when people do not know that they are really always welcome to drop by. Like my distant cousin did today.

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Elísabet said…
Ég sakna líka þessa siðar.

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