More new years 2006 pics

Me (with wine), Granddad, hidden Svava, house-working Uncle and Svava's GrandmaUncle and nephew.


Either he looks young or I look old.


It's New Years Eve, isn't it?

New year 2006

I spent New Years eve with my younger uncle and Svava, his girlfriend. They invited me, Svava's grandmother and my grandfather to an intimate dinner. The dinner was a culinary piece of art. And uncle looked dashing in his pink shirt.

We managed to tick all the boxes. Listened with one ear to the Presidents annual speech, laughed (or not) at the annual new years comedic review (one of Icelnand's great New Years traditions), plunged ourselves into drunken tupor together with some friends of Svava and then headed out to a fancy New Years party downtown.

But the highlight must have been the 12.00 fireworks. In Iceland, there is no central firework display. Instead, every man and his dog (or cat) competes with their neighbor who has the most expensive, loud, brash display. It makes for an hour of light and thunder that made Reykjavik look like a war scene off CNN. In a nice way.

I have a good feeling about 2007

Christmas family pics!

I relaxed soooo deeply in Dundee this Christmas. Much needed.
I drank a lot of red wine. For some reason I associate spending time with Mother with drinking red wine.


This is how my family looks early morning during the Christmas holidays. I love them, you know.

Didi must die!

The nerve of the young man! How dare he grow taller than me?

I come visit once a year and all I ask for is a bare minimum of respect. And this is how they treat me. 1.83m he measures, and considering his mum is 1.80 and his dad 1.90, he'll probably end up the tallest in the family. Bastard.