I’ve figured out some new information. Aldan is in fact their son, which is crazy to me since they both look way too old to have a child that age, but ok, I’ll buy it. Finnr used to be a commercial fisherman. After the fishing industry collapsed in the early 2000’s, he never recovered. Now he helps around the bed and breakfast as a handyman. Halla is an enigma. I tried talking to her through Aldan, and didn’t get very far. She’s very friendly, but any time you start probing about her past, she kind of shuts off. I hope I can get some answers before I have to leave.
The town is amazing. There are two intersecting dirt roads. One of which takes you from the town center out to the main ring-road, about 5km away. The other meanders a bit along the coast before coming to an abrupt end at a rocky outcrop. The dirt road that leads out to the ring-road to the north also goes out to the marina south of town, a short walk away.
At the center is a little market that sells the essentials. Across the street is a small whaling museum, which brings in tourists. The town has about 40 people living in it, mostly older, but a few younger people my age. Their houses are all kind of in two separate clusters on each side of the main road. It is quite a special place. I can hear the ocean sounds from my bedroom. The swell moving small rocks around. Gulls riding the breeze, looking for their next meal. I have to be honest here and admit that as much as I love the idea of the ocean, I’m a little scared of the actual ocean. I won’t go swimming in it, because some unknown creature lurking in the deep could swim up and eat me. I enjoy wading around in it looking for little sea creatures in the rocks, but that’s the extent of it. Aside from that, I love the ocean. At least the idea of it.
The thing that sticks out to me most is the smell. It has such a distinct smell. I want to say that it’s fine, but there is a barn down the road with racks of dried fish that are overpowering. Most people wouldn’t like it, but I imagine that the longer you stay here, the less it would bother you. I don’t know.
For a writer, I’m not doing a very good job describing the situation. I guess that’s what this journal is for. I spend so much time writing, it feels good to relax the brain and stop worrying about spelling and grammar. My editor would murder me if she ever read this.