Waking up too early yet another weekend. Not bad though, spent last night learning how to properly tie a bow tie. Go Me. It was a bit embarrassing at last year's Con to have to ask strangers if they could help. No such begging this time round.
After my weekend in Copenhagen, it's natural that I should want to finally finish one of the books I got for Christmas, the biography of Jón Sigurðsson Iceland's number one freedom fighter. With the pen of course, we've never had people spilling blood for us. It's hard to wrap one's mind around how things were then. He was born in 1811, left his home in Iceland's West Fjords to study aged 18, left for Copenhagen when 22, leaving his fiancee and didn't return to .is until he was 34, then marrying the poor woman, forty she was by then, and travelling to see his parents for the first time in 16 years. It must be saids that there were better travellers and the probable syphilis must have helped in him not wanting to go home to get his wife-to-be. No wonder she's a bit bitter on that photo taken after they got back to .dk