3 months ago
Saturday, January 08, 2011
The stunning beauty of the fjord, laying so still before us as we drove up over the hill and then descended into the wide valley below exploded with thrills into my soul. I've looked away from these pictures many times, only to find that when I again stare at them, I'm stricken just as hard as I was when I first laid eyes upon the scene.
I have a fellow blogger friend - roughly my age, who up and moved from Australia to Iceland, after having spent one winter on the rock. She was gripped with the same intense love (obsession lol) with Iceland that I harbor, and then unlike me, took action - sold her home, packed up and moved, lock, stock and barrel to Iceland! True, she had a job skill to fall back upon, funding, and friends whose support she could rely on... but the truth is SHE DID IT. This gal has earned my complete respect, and undying hero worship due to the fact that she actually took action. Those of you who have read my blog for any length of time know that I've harped and whined about Iceland ever since I started blogging. That was about 5 or 6 years ago... duh... what a laggard I am. My dad (though he will never read my blog) told me once that I operate on "fear"... lovely. But I suppose it is true. Fear of failure, fear of ridiculous defeat - mostly fear of living underneath a bridge... but the lure of that fabulously beautiful country drives me still and who knows... Maybe I shall over come.