Perpetual Dusk

I tell you, we have GOT to stop complaining about daylight savings time. These poor Icelanders never get full daylight in the winter months. The photo shows the sun at its daily apex, just skimming along the horizon. It was taken at one o’clock in the afternoon, and it felt and looked like dusk the…

Dancing Orbs and Rock Houses

Clouds and rocks will never be the same. I will forever be looking for the “hole in the clouds” with the promise of the dancing Northern Lights, and I will always wonder if a particular rock is home to a hidden family. I know, you think I’m crazy. I thought the first seven people who…

Goldilocks and the Five Rooms

Four days ago I checked into my Iceland hotel, thrilled to have arrived at the reception desk with all of my bags and body parts. “Here is your key, you are in room 117, just down that hall,” and she does the tomahawk slash through the air. “Oh! I’m sorry to be a pain, but…

Northern Lights and Spiked Cocoa

Ok, so maybe my Aurora Borealis sighting wasn’t as magnificent as the ones you see plastered on the ads…but it was MY experience, and I loved it. We were actually lucky to see anything as it has been a blustery week, and of my five nights here, that was the only night that had results. …

I Think I’m a Viking!!!!!

I’ve found my tribe!!!!!!! We’ve always claimed an Italian heritage, but I think I’ve really got to do the ole ancestry.com DNA test. I belong with these people! They are all tall and big-boned! I feel so at home amongst my peeps! And the best part? The very very very best part? They keep their…

Who Needs the Northern Lights?

So. Yesterday’s search for the northern lights was a bust. But the day was wonderfilled, nonetheless. It started with breakfast, where I was introduced to iceland’s pride and joy: Skyr. This is their own version of yogurt that dates back to the year 1,000, and it’s a creamy, delightful, HEALTHY, bowlful of love (which I’ve…

Air-ly Getting By

I’m sitting on the actual bench that was featured in “the fault in our stars”… notice the love locks at the end. Also notice the little plastic baggie on the ground by my feet…those are as common as cigarette butts on the sidewalks, as they are the former homes of cannabis. Aaaah, cigarettes and cannabis….

A Tear in My Beer

  And the tear isn’t because a monkey is picking nits out of my hair, as in the photo. The name of the bar where I sat and wept was called Monkey Bar…as if that explains the illustration. My melancholy today was trifold.  One, was saying goodbye to the AmaPrima, the lovely boat that I…