No pain no gain

This time I came to Iceland with purpose to gain money ....Well I haven't realized that all of the good things require patience and pain. After that you can enjoy the good ones. I work my ass off , like crazy with almost no day off and I'm becoming weary and angry etc. 3 weeks left. It's not exactly hell but sometimes the temperature is close. Yesterday as usual I was waiting for the bus at 6.44 and one Icelandic guy accosted me. I knew him before - We always wait for the damn bus. But this time it was unexpectedly not late. We had a little chat about Poland. As a fan of heavy music he adores Nergal , and says that Polish alternative music rocks. He recounted also a story of an Icelandic man who hated Poles so much, he moved to Greenland not to see our ugly faces. Yeah it seems that Greenland is the only place in the world totally deserted not only of people but of Poles in particular. Not an easy lot to be a Polish person. Well now I'm in Laundromat, a cozy coffee and 'burger' place munching on my oven baked salmon and sipping mango juice. 24 days and I will be in a different reality. In Budapest,where are two people that I'm craving to see and this thought makes my day - everyday. Cheers

Icelanders and their 'little?' knowledge of Italian

After I had left Iceland I started learning Italian for some reasons I don't want to disclosure. Apparently me and my Italian friend were talking about 'Italian restaurants' in Reykjavik and we came to a conclusion there are no 'real' Italian ones here. What cracked us up? That many of the restaurants ,which supposedly should be Italian, are not thereof and the way we deducted it, was by their names. For instance 'Pisa restaurante' instead of 'Pisa ristorante' and so on. But one name enthralled us in particular.'Piccolo Italia', even those who just begun to learn Italian, can notice a major grammar mistake. To our surprise it turned out a restaurant with a mistaken name, is actually 100 percent Italian! How come? So the other day me and my boyfriend went out to dine there. The waiter and the chef were Italian. Still kinda shocked we asked them why they called their restaurant Piccolo Italia instead of Piccola Italia? Here is the answer - The restaurant was called actually Piccola Italia before, but as the manager changed they decided to alter at least one letter of the name, as according to tradition , it brings fortune. Anyway the food wasn't that bad :)