|High noon in Ísafjörður today|
Today is þrettándinn, the last day of Christmas, celebrated with elf dances, bonfires and fireworks. The festivities rotate every other year between Ísafjörður and Bolungarvík and this year it’s in the latter. As luck may have it, I have a ride to Bolungarvík today but Helga and I are there quite early for a swim and a bite to eat at Einarshúsið. This place is the only restaurant in Bolungarvík (not counting the food you can get at the gas station) and it’s only open for 3 hours a week in the winter, on Fridays from 6-9 pm. It’s the highlight of the week here sometimes in the sleepy Westfjords, at least for me. Helga and I like to go there for dinner after a swim. They only have one meal on the menu. Bennabítar (“Benni bites”. Benni is the owner, but I don’t know if he really bites). These consist of chicken wings, chicken wings with fries, or just fries. At most, one other table is occupied. This is life in the Westfjords. I love it.
We decide not to wait for the festivities as we’re quite tired already, but as we drive by we can see the little elves all bundled up ready to dance!