July is such a fantastic month in Iceland: lazy and languid and full of light.
Everything shuts down, people go on holiday, and the few people who are left working are easily forgiven for showing up late, leaving early, or for just taking it easy.
On sunny days, the open air swiminng pools are full of people, as are the cafés and Austurvöllur square. Some businesses go as far as closing due to weather — after all [the reasoning goes] we get such a few days a year like that here in the Land of the Ice, that we have to make the best use of them.
When I was younger, there was no television for the whole month of July here in Iceland. The [single] television station [RÚV] shut down so their people could go on vacation.
[The same thing applied year-round on Thursdays; there was no television so the people who worked there could have one day off a week.]
In any case, everything in Iceland seems different in July. It’s a month that is somehow suspended in time, carefree and buoyant, disassociated from the burdens and cares of the rest of the year.
And today was a GORGEOUS day.