Please Sleep Inside Tonight
Sometimes you get more than you need AND more than you want.
That’s how it goes often goes with hitchhiking. Snacks and going out of the way for me are the most common things that I receive. I can’t give enough praise to all of my hitchhosts for these gifts. But there are two people that stand above and beyond all others–and I’m ashamed to admit that I don’t know their names. I asked–twice, in fact–but Icelandic isn’t understandable to me in the slightest. I can read a word and then hear it without realizing that they are in fact the same word. For the sake of the story, let’s call them Younger and Elder Guardian Angel.
Sidestory: Once I asked the name of a man running a hostel. He responded, “Something… unpronounceable.” He’s given up on foreigners’ Icelandic language skills.
They pulled up just as we were making plans to find a bus.
I can't describe the feelings that followed.
Some people think that you shouldn't accept help.
When I told our host in Reykjavik about this gift, he said that he simply would’ve refused it and that would’ve been that. But when you accept a gift, you’re giving the other person a gift too. I was the vehicle through which that kind woman could feel validated as a good person, which I can assure you, she is. I only wish that I could give her more than that. And that I had her contact information. Always travel with a small notebook to record such important things.