Iceland
The name is enough not to want to come here. Sounds like a harsh cold land with lots of ice.
And it is.
But in another way there is something so strangely beautiful about Iceland. The land is practically untouched and so pristine and in many ways I find this reflected in the people, lifestyle and even their language. Of course it’s modernized and changed dramatically in the last 50 years but you sense that there’s much that is preserved. Their language hasn’t changed much nor has their genetic pool; it’s almost like stepping into a fairy tale or land of the past. I think I would have been more interested in going to Iceland if its name was Narnia or Islanskia or something.
The land is harsh and rugged but there are so many gems. It is a wonder to just dip into the blue lagoon in the middle of a wintry landscape with the warm water relaxing your muscles and cool winds refreshing your face. I could’ve slept like a baby afterwards if I wasn’t the designated driver.
I had an interview with an economics professor in Borgarnes, an hour north of Reykjavik where I’m staying. The views of the oceans are breathtaking and the snow-covered mountains are majestic. The Icelandic horses dotting the landscape are so tranquil and cute. It was one of the most enjoyable and fun drives I’ve done; it certainly beats jersey.
I have yet to visit the geysers, waterfalls, volcanoes and cliffs. There are so many gems to be found that can hardly be found all together anywhere else. Its truly an absurd and beautiful place to me.
The weather is as absurd as well. They say if you don’t like it, wait 5 minutes which couldn’t be more true. In one stroll, it will rain, snow or be clear and sunny.
The best part of Iceland is the people. They are hospitable, warm and love to talk. A quick drink at the bar to wash down a greasy pizza will turn into a 7-person expedition led by the bartender to see the northern lights. (didn’t happen because it was not clear enough) Asking for directions will turn into a little tour guide and source for another interview.
A half-hour interview will turn into a 2 and a half hour interview.
The economics professor, Karlsson, went to great lengths to try to explain himself and make sure I understood him. He showed me slides from his presentations, he grasped for the most accurate English word to explain economic or Islandic terms and analogies. He treated me to lunch afterward although I should have treated him. I know this is stupid but I will never forget that trip.
I also met up with this consultant from a job recruiting agency that was in the Price Waterhouse Coopers building in Reykjavik. He was also very thorough and helpful and was equally interested in knowing me. He treated me to lunch in the cafeteria and it turned out to be my favorite meal so far in iceland. I’m not sure if that says a lot or not.
My life is as random as the weather here. Although the country’s economy has collapsed, I sense that life is not in shambles by any means. There is a resilience to Icelanders to just adapt and move on.
I tagged along with my friend when she interviewed an activist who was involved in many of the recent protests. She helped form a group that is campaigning to get ordinary people elected into Parliament. People want change and as hard as it may be, it will happen.
Now i’m off to celebrate st paddys…