Islandia
So as not to forget my spanish totally I made this crappy poem this morning:
Los colores se brillan a traves de las sombras largas.
El frio me hace escalofrio si no traje bastante ropa.
El viento se calla y el aire es fresca.
Todavia hay otoño en el norte.
Next week I will start classes in speaking spanish, hopefully I will get something out of it.
