My first semester of grad school wraps up in one short month, and I am still in the mindset of "whaththeHELLhaveIdonetomyself." Everyday at school, I complain and complain. I guess I don't have to tell you how hard it is to force yourself to succeed in something that you do not enjoy. I have tried to channel the old Lana who truly enjoyed school - but it has been an unsuccessful attempt each time. She seems so far away.
Here are some photos from the kex hostel in Iceland from when I was there in April. I kept meaning to share these.
It was the hippest place I have ever slept. The hostel is upstairs, and the restaurant/bar is downstairs. The food is simply delicious and inspired. The vibe is real good after dinner when locals and tourists alike hangout and drink beer. And, as you can see, the interior is quite special and the light is perfect all day long. They even had Mikkeller on tap, which made my day!Fallon and I stayed here before our road trip. On my last day, I sat in the restaurant to write postcards, write in my journal, look outside at the humble mountains across the street, and I ate the best fifteen dollar soup with bread and butter.