As you may have heard we here in Reykjavík must have done something really bad to piss off the weather gods this year because our summer has been disappointing to say the least . I heard a meteorologist (you know, the weather man) say the other day that the long time memory of Icelanders was failing them because apparently in historical context this summer isn’t that bad. I think he must have consumed some happy pills before going on air.
Below you will find some of the emotions I’ve gone through this summer when it comes to the weather.
1. Shock or Disbelief
After 10 days of Israeli summer, where most days I was pretty much melting, I landed at Keflavík Airport in pouring rain and wind that would blow a troll out to sea. In May I had driven around Iceland in rain and snow and was convinced that when I would be back from my stint in Israel, summer would be here. I was wrong. On the flybus on the way back from the airport I called the boyfriend, in a state of shock and horror, and asked him to meet me at the bus stop with my parka for the short walk home. June 18th, I thought to myself, should I need a winter coat in the middle of June?
When I got back I decided to ignore the fact that the temperatures were more like March than June and pranced around the city wearing only a t-shirt and cardigan while the tourists in their goritex and woolen socks (maybe they read my post about how to dress in winter and concluded summer in Iceland is like winter everywhere else) looked way more appropriately dressed. I got a few strange looks. It’s summer, god damn it, what’s wrong with these idiots?
My Facebook stream has been filled with angry Icelandic weather comments so far this summer and I can’t say that I’m entirely innocent of taking part in that. I was also starting to resent my friends abroad who kept posting happy bikini photos of people frolicking in the sun and considered deleting them all from my friends list. The day started with a grumpy rant before I automatically put on my raincoat before going out, without even checking whether I needed it. I just knew. Stupid rain. Stupid Icelandic summer. I’m moving!
Dear weather gods. If you fix this mess I will do something good for human kind. I will also take better care of the plants in the garden and promise never to complain about the weather again. Seriously. Never.
To be fair the summer hasn’t been a complete bust, there has been a day or two (or at least half a day – right?) where the sun has graced us with its presence. Unfortunately I was stuck inside working for most of those moments and now that it’s clear this summer isn’t getting any better I feel very guilty about not using those few precious hours of sunshine better. Why didn’t I go the pool? Why did I wear long pants and closed shoes? Why didn’t I get a job outside? Actually – phew! Why? Why? Why?
I’m not going outside ever again. Period.
Today is July 15th and half of the summer is gone. It’s probably not getting any better and hoping for it and then getting disappointed is a complete waste of energy. It’s better to just accept this and be pleasantly surprised if things change for the better. In all honesty it hasn’t been THAT bad. OK, pretty bad. On the bright side cloudy days make for much more interesting photo-ops than blue skies. This is all part of the Iceland experience.
I’m still not leaving the house today.
If there was an award that celebrated “The optimistic Icelander of the year” I think the boyfriend would be a serious contender for that one this year. He’s been wearing shorts every day (except when I make him wear pants because the occasion demands it) since the first day of summer in April. It was snowing that day.