This is how it looked in Iceland yesterday. Dad took the pictures. Their trip had a rotten food theme so Mom and I stayed at home. It's that rotten food festival time of the year. You guys should be really thankful we didn't participate in last weeks food photo theme with pics of sour sheep private parts. In stead I added some bonus pictures. Click on the post title to see the other theme pics.

Blueberries in my face, no shirt (due to blueberry accident), tights worn backwards with the tag sticking out and rain boots.

On an average day I go to the pond. And despite what you might think I do feed the birds once in a while. I also run around and try to catch them. And then men in suits come out of the City Hall and ask me if I'm not coming to the protest meetings outside the Parliament around the corner. It's true. Mom always forces me to watch the birds from the bridge where you enter the City Hall because it has a fence making it impossible for me to jump into the water.

Today our Prime minister became the world's first national leader to resign as direct result of the global financial meltdown. Iceland will probably not be a better place as a result. It was just a matter of principle. The government seemed to be the only people in this place who didn't think it was strange that until yesterday not a single person had stepped down or made an attempt to take responsibility after bringing the whole country to the verge of bankruptcy.
I passed the Parliament around noon today but then I could only see 3 people demonstrating and they were in the back yard because of a funeral in the nearby church they didn't want to disturb. It sounded like hundreds of people though because one of them had a really loud horn and the other 2 were playing the drums. There were 2 different TV stations recording this massive demonstration and I at least counted 4 police cars.
It's almost sad if the demonstrations come to an end. Finally I found something I'm really good at banging pot lids together like the Duracell rabbit. And the adults were all banging pot lids and didn't seem to mind the noise at all. Strange isn't it. You are not allowed to bang pot lids in your own kitchen but hey, why don't you go downtown and bang some. Here have a trash can lid in stead. Pictures were taken a few nights ago.

Our neighbour gave me sour sheep balls earlier today, yummy. Now is the time of the year you'd better stay away from Iceland if you don't like the whole idea of having intestines, rotten or sour foods. Icelanders love offering their rotten shark and sour sheep balls to polite foreigners. The rotten shark is prepared by digging a hole in the ground and leaving it down there for quiet some time.
It's a mystery why people in the rest of the world don't have rotten food festivals this time of the year? Why not celebrate the good old times when they didn't have refrigerators and the foods from last season would have gone really bad? In case you like the sound of it you can get a burned sheep's head all year round in the downtown drive through fast food place. This dish is also very delightfully presented staring back at you from the plate. I don't want to scare off any of my readers but if you feel up to it you can see this masterpiece of Icelandic cooking by clicking here.

There was a storm last night and many roads were impassible due to the bad weather. Didn't keep people from standing outside the parliament demanding resignation of the government though. Earlier during the week things got really violent.