Snorri Sturluson
My hotel room here in Reykholt (which I am sharing with a German woman who does not speak English, which works out well) has an amazing view over the greenhouses and up the valley towards the glaciers, where the clouds hang almost all day long, except for a brief moment in the middle of the day.
I am sure I should be downstairs socializing with my colleagues, but I wanted to come up here, and watch the sunset instead. And I think I can see why Snorri got so much good thinking done here, so much good writing. There is strength in the place, a sense of clarity.
The Norwegians are talking about honoring Snorri´s memory by a dip in Snorralaug at midnight tonight, which I guess would be the other way to do it.
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