It was pouring rain and finally my soul decided that this was the time to go blueberry picking, I picked up a plastic bag and told a few people where I was headed. Tinna decided in her mind that she would go with me. We friendly disagreed on what device we should use to carry the blueberries in and she carried two empty peanut butter jars on the way out. Walking towards the fields I realized she had made the correct decision and we said we would each fill up a jar.
In the rain we picked till our fingers were so cold that they were red and numb and gratitude filled my heart when that she came with me, in the most ridiculous and uncomfortable situation just to spend time with me. I learned about her childhood and all the different times she picked blueberries in her life. I'm so blessed by her, our friendship is unique.
Cheers to the first time picking free blueberries. In the pouring rain. In Iceland.