just another day

ordinarily extraordinary

well extraordinary, it is Iceland and no road trip goes without

amazing waterfalls, the largest geyser in Europe, sweeping panoramics

but also

hours cocooned in the car

five women together

peppering our local director with questions

but what is ? now why are ? what's the name of ?

tales of trolls throwing stones (they built that church and made her angry) 

princesses turned into fog (1,000 years no one can say bad things about the fog, impossible!) 

gleaning answers that would take months to find

fìfa to make the wicks (you need to let the mice eat the seeds first)

baula mountain , like the cow sound (how do you say cows sound in America?) 

five trees make a forest

learning about local dyes from an ethnobotanist who pulls materials from the valley she lives

her studio heady

her soul spilling over her words

the world scrolling past windows


snorri's laug


the names tripping our tongues

oh that is beautiful, shall we stop? 

then the fog slowing absorbing us

feeling apart from the chaos

a part of the sweetness


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