Turquoise Dreams

I'm in a house in Iceland, that looks like my mom's kitchen. They are talking to me in icelandic, but I don't understand them, because I don't speak that.

Outside, it's overcast, cold. Looks like street outside of my childhood house. Kids just got out of the large metal tub outside in their front yard. They are all Icelanders. Short, blond hair, I'm amazed they are not cold to me in swimsuits. But I guess the water was hot. I wake up and I'm cold from sleeping at opened window.

At a large table with icelanders, eating food.