Oh goodness, it has begun. I’m well on my way to being lost. Ugghhh…. it only gets worse. As Ira Glass is wont to say: Stay with us. Or in this case, me. Stay with me in my lostness, keep me safe. 😮

It all started out pretty okay. I got to wander around outside Hallgrímskirkja by myself, without any other people or tourists hanging about, getting in my pictures, hogging the reading space in front of the plaques, etc. Like the one on the statue of Leif Ericson in front of the church. (His name is actually spelled Leifur Eiríksson in Icelandic, but I have provided the English spelling for reference and convenience.)

When I left the church area, I was pretty sure that the street I turned down was heading in the direction of the buses, but that was not the case. When I stopped under a streetlamp to look at a map, I could hear someone saying, “Are you lost? Are you lost?” and someone else (maybe even the same person) sort of giggling. I kept looking up and around, to try to find the source of the voice. It sounded like the person was either speaking from a rooftop, or a high-up window. But I couldn’t see anyone sticking their head out or anything. Perhaps they were calling out, and then ducking down, to confuse me? Funny joke, guys. A real laugh riot.

After a bit of looking back and forth between my map and the buildings above, I just picked a direction that felt right on impulse and got out of there – I was feeling weirdly embarrassed by the attention, and also mildly creeped out by my inability to see the speakers.