I’ll start blogging again. Dammit.
So here’s the basic scoop. I’m in Iceland. I don’t know why I chose Iceland rather than, say, the South of France, but on arrival I recognized the place as somewhere that I could call home for a while or maybe a lifetime because there’s an energy here that’s very familiar, a sort of “go for it!” that’s quite American and quite Scottish and not much like anywhere else.
People are a bit clannish, much like west coast scots. I wonder if it’s a fishing thing.