I am born and raised in Iceland. I had no idea it was not normal to eat sheep head, horse and intestines until I moved here. I also learned that not everyone had 13 Santa Clauses, who used to be evil mischievous trolls, born to a kid eating troll mom Grýla. In our defense, we killed the kid eating troll mom off in the 90’s and sang great songs about her glorious death.
I was a 20 something year old when I moved here in 2005. I had fallen in love with Colorado a few years earlier. The nature, wildlife and the mountains. Who needs the ocean when you have mountains! Not this girl. Another thing, Colorado has 300 days of sunshine, Iceland is still waiting for the sun to pass by. I have always loved to travel, which I did through my 20’s and 30’s. I have been to a large portion of Europe, Kenya and New Zealand. I’m not sure which one is my favorite, they all have amazing memories for me. In Kenya I had offers to be purchased in exchange for dirty socks or a pen and I scared a poor old woman who thought I was the white devil (I forgot to tell you, I am very pale). Then again, on my New Zealand trip I got engaged to my now husband. Tough choice. I do know that I am extremely happy my wanderlust led me here.