bekah brunstetter
Bekah Brunstetter I care deeply. About a lot of things. Like really, really deep. Ow
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COOL AMERICAN.

August 24th, 2014 by Bekah Brunstetter

FYI: In Iceland, they call Cool Ranch Doritos Cool American. Henceforth and therefore, RANCH = AMERICA = RANCH.

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Bardarbunga, Dudes!

August 23rd, 2014 by Bekah Brunstetter

Heading to the east side of Iceland today for a fireworks show over a Glacier Lagoon for Maggie’s birthday! Said glacier Lagoon is reportedly quite close to the base of the Volcano, Bardarbunga, that might, well, erupt. But here is a perfect example of sensationalism in the news: Maggie’s actual Geologist friend says that there’s a really good chance that even though there is activity, it does not at all mean that it is going to erupt and delay travel everywhere like the news is saying, she said, KNOCKING ON ALL OF THE WOODS.

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I am not a Scientist.

August 22nd, 2014 by Bekah Brunstetter

And so, I cannot fully explain where I went today, The Blue Lagoon, but pretty much basically, it’s a body of water created by warm volcano run-off water? In which you float and drink beer and rub soothing clay on your face with a myriad of tourists including Syahid from Lost? My face has never been so soft and I have never been more overwhelmed by nature’s beauty / insanity / beer / clay.

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Charm

August 21st, 2014 by Bekah Brunstetter

Ladies,  three things to keep a man’s interest while you’re apart:

– Spontaneity

– Facetime

-Swim Googles

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Snaefellsnes!

August 21st, 2014 by Bekah Brunstetter

And other words I cannot say! I keep not remembering where I am here or where I have been as when you can’t pronounce something it has trouble lodging itself in the brain. Borgarfjörður! Drove all around the arm of Iceland today, along its massive and majestic coast dotted with tiny towns with max 1,000 residents and tiny charming ports and stores, learned how to say Thanks, rested by a glacier, ran up a massive hobbit hill, got pensive on an ancient Viking pebble beach, and while I would love to wax poetic here about these places and their feelings, GUESS WHAT, I STILL JUST CAN’T.

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I CAN’T.

August 20th, 2014 by Bekah Brunstetter

STOP WHAT YOU’RE DOING, FIND A PERSON FROM ICELAND, AND BEFRIEND THEM. Here’s mine, Miss Maggie Takyar:

I met this beautiful lady in grad school, immediately wanted to write plays for her and so I did, have always wanted to visit her in her native country, and now I’m here. And I just. I just.

Iceland is by far the most beautiful and and beautifully mysterious place I have ever been. In Reykjavik, a comforting but creepy lack of billboards, a starkness, a simplicity, massive apartment buildings and stores left empty since the crash, then outside the city, miles of nothing, an untouched natural beauty. Maggie drove us all around today,  a day of geysers, waterfalls, sheep, tales of hidden folks and trolls, far of glaciers plus also finally understand what a glacier actually is, climbing and standing up things, horses and ghosts. I think It’s going to take me a while to articulate how it feels to be in this cold and mystical place, but I eventually I will, PERHAPS IN PLAY FORM STARRING MAGGIE HERSELF?

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Scotland: Reflections

August 19th, 2014 by Bekah Brunstetter

Hopped a train to Glasgow this morning to hop a flight to Reykjavik;  reflected upon my time in Scotland. Here is a picture of me reflecting that I did not ask my train companion (a sweet Scottish actor Marcus I met in Edinburgh, who kindly escorted me) to take so I could put it on my blog and blog about my self reflecting, not at all. SO META!

Scottish countryside beauty:

The product of My Reflections: Hey Scotland, you’re pretty great.

– CLEANLINESS AND STEWARD OF THE EARTHNESS. A remarkable lack of trash. No paper towels anywhere, all air hand dryers. WHY DON’T WE DO THAT.

– STYLE. Everyone dresses like their own personal hybrid of something like J Crew at a thrift store on a mountain. Everyone’s got good jeans and boots and scarves.

– KINDNESS. It reminded me a lot of being home  where everyone is giving, friendly, and instantly trusts you / wants to help you as opposed to judging you or instantly presuming that you are the most annoying person in the world. Case in point: Marcus’s mom fetched us from the train station and insisted on giving me a ride to the airport, which she definitely did not have to do. THANKS, MARCUS’S MOM!

CHILDREN in tiny knit sweaters with tiny accents like little warm butterscotch candies.

– WHISKEY. Hi.

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also: Shows

August 18th, 2014 by Bekah Brunstetter

I realize I haven’t been to bloggy of OH RIGHT, WHY I’M HERE. The fringe festival is incredible and insane and shockingly well-organized. Each show runs about an hour, and is located approximately ten feet from a bar, so its entirely possible to see approximately 1,000 plays  per day and drink 1,000 beers.  One second its sunny and hot, one second it’s pouring rain, then sunny again, so you find yourself sort of tipsily jogging from one show to the next soaking one way or the other. It’s great and I have yet to see anything bad (though there are some 3,000 shows so chances are, there’s some shite.)  It’s  so much more than plays:  it’s really smart stand up, it’s music, it’s sketch comedy, and last night, it was a SCOTTISH LINE DANCING PARTY:

Which is called a Ceilidh? (Pronounced Kay-lee, like what teen moms name their daughters in Florida.) The audience is divided up into waring clans, and for an hour and a half you are led  in a massive dance off, spinning with strangers and loosing your pants. WHY CAN’T THIS HAPPEN ALL OF THE TIME / CAN THIS HAPPEN ALL OF THE TIME?

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Above

August 18th, 2014 by Bekah Brunstetter

My favorite thing to do when I’m in a new city is to get as high up above it as I can and then stand there and stare at it and wait for profound thoughts. I also call this ‘exercise.’ Today I hiked up to Arthur’s seat, a point located atop a massive hill just on the outskirts of Edinburgh. It rained a bit, I stopped a few times, but it was magnificent. I stood there and waited for epiphanies, but instead mostly just thought of that time I was in a Martin McDonough play in college, Cripple of Inishmaan, and I had to do my own age make up with eye liner and how I just sort of drew purple lines all over my face and how soon, far but soon, I will not have to draw purple lines all over my face, I will instead just Have them.

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CASTLE.

August 17th, 2014 by Bekah Brunstetter

The moment I booked my trip to Edinburgh, I had one immediate and overwhelming thought: MUST. FIND. CASTLE. As I mentioned, there is in fact a castle looked conveniently in the middle of the city. I rose early this morning, jet lagged and confused, after being completely incapable of sleep until something like 3 am, after randomly eating an entire box of children’s alphabet cereal that was handed to me on the street, to CASTLE.

AND CASTLE I DID.

AND FOUND: a cheery and self deprecating and delightfully nerdy tour guide who told me everything about the castle and its cannons and its rich history that I’ll never remember, but also, found: the oldest thing I have ever in this life seen: a CHAPEL BUILT IN 1190:

I stood inside. I touched its walls. I reflected. I wondered, as I always do in old places, what it would be like if the people who originally built it /lived there just like, came out of their bedroom to find their living room or great hall FULL OF TOURISTS. I hiked back down the hill. I took a three hour nap.

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