This apartment feels like a fashion shoot set. I chose it for the looks, and am now realizing my mistake.

It is really beautiful and precious, and really not good for the baby. No unstylish blackout blinds (that I thought everyone would have here), and since it never goes dark here at night, L will never sleep properly, hence, neither will we. And so many beautiful midcentury modern things to grab, explore, chew on and destroy!

It is cold, windy and nonstop rainy, and jetlagged L is bonkers, his poor tiny biological clock having lost its bearings somewhere above North Scotland, and the permanent white reality outside the window keeps it in limbo. The nearby Viður supermarket feels sad after French and Swiss ones, especially the produce section. Too tired to make dinner, so US$50 Pakistani takeout downtown is the only option still open (there are many beautiful fancy places still open though, but they are not for us). Walking back in the rain, everything feels oddly broken and decrepit (good for easing back to the States). 

But we will love this country anyway. L is sleeping in mid-day, and after he wakes up we will go explore it. 

Outside the window, it smells like the ocean.