Iceland, land of volcanoes, Vikings and Sagas. Everybody talks about Iceland. Everybody wants to go to Iceland and yet few ever fulfill their dream of going there. How do I know this? I am one of those who dreamed about Iceland. In fact I grew up looking at black and white pictures of Iceland and listening to my mother talk about her native land.
I dreamt of Iceland, I lived Iceland and yet it took me almost sixty five years before I would set foot on this volcanic island in the Northern Atlantic ocean.
This is my story of how I finally sat foot on an island that belonged in my heart. After all I was part Icelandic and this was the beginning of me when my mother was born in the remote village of Eskifjörður.
I had returned to my native Denmark to look after the estate of my aunt when she died. It turned out to be a bigger job than I had anticipated and I was forced to put lot of her stuff into storage for a later day when I could return and decide what to ship and to where. So it was inevitable that I had to return at a later date to a storage unit in Copenhagen.
Returning to Europe in the months of June-July is not the time the airlines hand out “saver rates” but rather the the rates that makes you want to cry out “I will fly next year”! To find a flight that you can afford without going to your family for donations is a challange.
Going by horseback is not a possibility, but wait! Here comes the commercial! Icelandair is one airline that always flies through Iceland and allow you to get off, stay a while and then continue your journey.
To be continued….
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