Brenna

On the third day of the year we traveled on. We were headed north-east to a valley not to far from Reykjavík. We left in the late morning as it was just becoming light. We arrived around lunch and after eating we decided to go for a walk up the hill behind the farm. We passed the horses, and the old farm halfway up. Then as the hill became steeper and our steps heavier, the wind wilder we started to see everything beneath us becoming smaller and smaller. When we had finally reached the top the wind was extremely heavy. It started blowing tiny little snowflakes in our faces. All we could see was rocks. Nothing grew up there. We took some pictures as our noses were becoming numb in the wind. On our way down the hill we saw a dead horse, covered in plastic which was held down by old car wheels. The sight of the dead animal in the field was one we were certainly not used to, but it made us think of a different standard of living.

When we reached the house it was almost time for dinner. But as nobody was hungry we all had a plate of skyr (Icelandic yogurt). After this fantastic dinner we drove off into the dark night to bathe in a hot spring nearby. The wind was still blowing and it was very cold outside but it did not however stop us from undressing and getting into the water. The experience was amazing as we were sitting there hardly able to see each others faces because of the dark . It was very bright that night, millions of stars filling the sky and vague memories of Northern Lights flickering behind the mountains.