We are hosting our second couch surfer. Bring travel to your home if you are locked in your place. But I am locked in my travel? I might ask. Regardless, bring travel to your travel.
Grégory has a slower speaking voice than I do. He attributes it to a stutter he had as a child, but also due to his translation processing. I don't know if there is l'accent aigu above his e, but I'm trying to get used to using them. I'm beginning to study French.
He was in the circus. That's very French, I said. I'm very French, he said. Completely French. My blood is 100%. I want to marry half African half Asian and have 8 kids, he says. So he brought with him a fire breathing kit and a lock picking kit. He works in theatre now, sometimes falling into character: old, well-meaning but racist old man at bar, giraffe eating leaves, outdoor bather.
But I am at a loss with where to take Grégory in Reykjavík. I tried to take him to the maritime museum but it's closed on Mondays, of course. So we just explore the Shipyard. There was an empty freight container with a dirty plastic green chair in it, and light leaking through the rusted roof. Maybe some netting in the hole, slipping in. It was well water-weathered and beaten. He sat in it and looked pensive for a while, while I sat on a chair on the ice, outside it.
Now we are in 12 Tónar, I am listening to Nolo: Nology and he to something on another CD player. I was given free coffee, but Grégory hates coffee, even if free. I know him well after 2 days, and we have seen eachother's chests.
Last night I had to ask Grégory to leave the house as I cooked an anniversary meal for my beautiful girlfriend. It was embarrassing to ask but as a perfect gentlemen, he left and went to see Inside Llewelyn Davis. He was very respectful about this with me, and looked me in the eyes strongly as if a l'oncle, avuncular, as if giving me advice and saying to treat your lady to an anniversary meal is the most importantular thing, and I am happy to help you by being absent.
Clouds outside today. Heart warm.