Back when i met an Icelandic girl.
Let's turn the clock back ten years, to March 11, 2011. I was a 27 year old guy, who didn't have a care in the world. I had been talking to this girl from Iceland, who lived in the northern part of Jutland, in a town called Thisted. Her and I had been online friends for years at that point, so it was only natural to meet up. I decided to take the 6 hour trip to see her.You might be going "How do you know the exact date you went there?" Well, I remember it was the exact date as the Fukushima meltdown, because it was covered everywhere.
As I arrived, I was greeted at the station by my friend. She had the most Icelandic name ever - Gróa. Anyway, we embraced and walked home to her place, a tiny apartment. I sort of still remember the layout, and the bed I was to sleep in.
I was there for about a week, and I quite enjoyed myself. We even went out one night. We also held a small party, because, as she told her friends, "someone from Copenhagen wants to show us how to drink".. Pro tip - NEVER drink with people from small towns. They'll drink more than you, faster than you. Or at least that's what happened there.
One evening, after we had been out and about, we came back to her apartment. We sort of just stood there in the hallway, and then we did what felt natural - we kissed. Nothing more came of that, but I still remember it vividly.
Do I miss talking to her? Sure. I don't know what she's doing now, since we lost contact. That week in the small town is now a fond memory.
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