Recharger
Though I have not finished unpacking, I am pretty sure I left the recharger to my phone in my hotel room in Uppsala. At any rate, it is not where it should be. Funny thing is I was given another charger for that phone, but for 110 volt, and I left that one in the States (although I could have used it in my "American" apartment here). So, I have a phone that is dead, and two chargers for it, each element on its own continent. This does me no good at all.
I used up the last of the juice on my phone trying to upload a photo to my blog from the Krysuvik archaeological site we went to today. The site had several farms close to each other dating to the earliest settlement period. A lava eruption in 1151 had wiped out the entire valley and destroyed the natural harbor, but the turf walls around a few structures protected them from being covered over by the lava. It was incredible to see, sort of a natural disaster cum miracle.
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