I don’t know what the hell time it is, and do you know why? Well, first off, I don’t wear a watch. Secondly, and more interestingly, it’s because the sun isn’t going to set tonight, at least not here. I have returned to the island in search of puffins. Iceland has literally millions of them, according to the guidebook that maybe I should have brought on this trip.
Lately I’ve been sorta down, listless, overwhelmed by a sense that something isn’t quite right. Not that it’s wrong. It’s just — in high school I played soccer, and sometimes I’d be so engaged in what I was doing that everything felt like it was effortlessly synchronized. I don’t feel that lately, but I want to.
Anyway, I have realized that I like two things very much, and these things make me feel that way. The first is travel. The second is this: cute animals. I’m pretty much a five-year-old when it comes to furry creatures (and the occasional iguana), and Iceland has puffins. So, as part of a crazy traveling month, I decided to go to Iceland to find and adore puffins.
I feel most alive when I am traveling or around animals, which means that my dream job would involve going around the world with a tv crew, introducing viewers to adorable animals. It is only a matter of time until a producer comes a-knocking, I’m sure. Anyway, bless for now.