Remember that time we heard the story about Iceland that was passed down through the ever-trustworthy medium of American oral tradition? The story of the Vikings naming Iceland "Greenland" and Greenland "Iceland" so that they could confuse their enemies? Well...I have two theories about this story.
A. American oral tradition has failed us.
B. The Vikings arrived to Iceland during the dog days of summer.
Iceland is aptly named in the winter. While the temperatures are similar to Nashville in the winter (between 25-30 degrees), the 30 mph winds made me feel like I was traipsing through the North Pole half-naked.
But, the winter wonderland scenery made it all worth it!
Iceland surprised me in a lot of ways.
1. They generally like America. (and even have statues commemorating the great friendship between the US and Iceland)
2. They seem proud of their Lutheran heritage.
3. They make killer music.
4. They eat whale.
5. They eat horse.
6. It's CRAZY expensive!
While there, I got to do some pretty awesome things.
I got snowed on at the beach.
I became a Viking.
I rode an Icelandic horse through snowy mountain passages.
I saw the iciest waterfall ever.
I went SWIMMING in the Blue Lagoon during a sleet storm.
I saw the Northern Lights!
I also ate some pretty crazy things too- like Puffin and Whale (don't worry, I didn't have Horse!) I would say Puffin and Whale are both pretty slimy...so...probably won't have those again. But, the best thing I had was an Icelandic hot dog with potato salad on top!(Ok, I'm not 100% sure what kind of meat the hot dog was made out of...I hope it wasn't horse.)
All in all, the trip was a once in a lifetime experience. I never thought I would ever go to Iceland, but I did! But now, I'm ready to be warm. Bahamas...here I come!
Sometimes I think I'm crazy. But sometimes, I think I know exactly what I'm doing.