Aug 02, 2017 Iceland
We have an ocean between what’s familiar to us now. As we flew into the Icelandic coast I felt, for the first time, like I had truly left home. We landed at 12:30 am and the sky was still light and inviting. I am ready for Iceland. With my coat wrapped around me and one little hand holding mine we’ll walk with our arms wide open for you.
We have some work associates here and they graciously took us around their country. Teaching us cultural insights and jokes. My first Icelandic joke – you ready- What do you do if you get lost in an Icelandic forest? You stand up! A huge TAKK (Icelandic for thank you) for our lasting memories of your beautiful landscapes and delicious food.
I learned that Iceland has 13 Santa’s! Starting on December 13th until the 24th, one at a time, they leave little gifts in the kid’s shoes. If they are bad they get rotten potatoes. The Santa’s look like mountain trolls. Plain dress with squishy bumpy faces and awkward shaped noses. Lumbering and big. Mrs. Clause is actually pretty frightening and likes to eat children!? That should make any child be good! The traditions here feel magical. Elves live in the mountains and trolls that roam the mossy cliffs.
The land here is alive. It breaths and sighs. As if it is exhausted too and could use a dark night to take in a peaceful slumber. This frigid air tells me this land is old. It has roads that meander and encourage roaming. The waterfalls baptize the land daily. The black sand beaches move between my toes. The wind blows movement into me. I am framed with dancing hair and a smile as I take in the mountains, rivers, and waterfalls. Iceland you are crisp. This land reminds me that it’s noisy out there. But quiet here.
P.S pro’s of Iceland no snakes and no mosquitos!