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Culture, Europe

I’ve Become Icelandic

July 19, 2015 • By

When traveling, it’s entirely appropriate to want to blend into local life, and nothing says “Icelandic” more than the comedy production How To Become Icelandic in 60 Minutes, performed nightly at the Harpa in Reykjavik.

It touches on some very interesting points:
To act like the 330,000-some locals, one must show no emotion (“almost like a dead person”), learn to be rude, give general directions with hands waving in the air and walk with a Texas swagger. For true assimilation, you must provide tourists with magnificent whale watching excursions, only to have boats simultaneously set sail to kill the same wild whales. You must learn the language; the importance of this focused on a clip of international broadcasters butchering the pronunciation of Eyjafjallajökull (Ay-ya-fyat-la-yo-kuddle), the volcano that erupted in 2010, wreaking havoc on European airports.  The audience practiced a few lines, and I am happy to report even the Norwegians and Danish, from which Icelandic is derived, suffer linguistic misfortunes like the rest of us non-Icelanders.

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Live one person show

Now that I completed the Icelandic course and needed to ingratiate myself into local culture, I immediately shunned my layers and marched right to an ice cream store on the main thoroughfare. Icelanders love their ice cream at all hours of the day and in varying temperatures of the year. This isn’t Tasti D-light or Mr. Softee–this is real soft-serve, silky as an Indian scarf and as flavorful as freshly churned cream. I added the obligatory caramel toppings and continued on my journey to camouflage myself as a local.

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We all scream for REAL ice cream

I visited the Sagas Museum and learned about the Vikings version of storytelling. With seemingly everlasting flare for the dramatic, the sagas depict Viking history. Based on oral traditions that were eventually written in the Old Norse language, the ancient texts compile more than 27,000 pages of killing, revenge, marriage and religion. There is some back and forth regarding the authenticity of the sagas but Icelanders uniformly agree they illustrate “dressed-up facts.”  The stories most certainly prove Icelandic families are related, even if it’s necessary to go back 10 generations. With my Germanic heritage, I could definitely be an Icelandic cousin.

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The local trolls hanging on the main street

This blog is called Fantasy Aisle, and I’m always on the look out for a great fairytale. Icelandic folklore certainly fills that narrative.

Becoming Icelandic also includes accepting the existence of the hidden people or elves (Huldufólk). This was a topic I brought up to any local who might entertain the conversation. While polls indicate the majority of Icelanders do believe in elves, there are many who are plain afraid to admit it either way, for fear of ridicule or an unwillingness to upset the elves. The hidden people live in the lava rock formations or maybe gardens, and they do talk to people. My guide told me that the tale he often hears stems from a visit God made to Adam and Eve. Eve, embarrassed by her dirty children, hid them from God, who was very upset.

Alda Sigmundsdottir, Icelandic author of The Little Book of the Hidden People, vehemently denies the existence of elves but instead focuses on the stories and traditions from which they originate. I think she is trying to convince the world that Icelanders are not crazy.  In her book, she discusses how the stories of the hidden people actually stem from the settlers living in destitution, dreaming of better lives and creating fantasies of elves to imagine what life could be.

I’ll buy that explanation for now, but allow me an opportunity to change my opinion after I complete my course at the Elf School in Reykjavik, where I can learn about the 13 different types of elves in as little as a day! I’m on the hunt for trolls as well.

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Icelandic Folklore

Lastly, to become Icelandic, you need to work hard and value hard work, starting at age 14, drink alcohol only on Friday and Saturday (alcoholics drink at lunch–oops) and take an Icelandic name from an approved list. There are no Christines or Jennifers here. Icelanders use the patronymic system, where a surname is a combination of the father’s Christian name (possessive) and then “son” or “daughter” (dóttir) is added. I could be the next Björk Guðmundsdóttir (“Guðmund’s daughter” or, if Björk were a boy, “Guðmundsson”). Additionally, I contend you need to enjoy darkness as much as sunlight, learn to cook lamb soup, salmon and cod, hike to appreciate the country’s gorgeous landscape, fish for entertainment and for survival, and buy and wear at least 12 Nordic wool sweaters.

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Icelandic Last Name

Oh, and get used to the earth quaking–daily.

…and maybe have an evacuation route if you live near an active volcano.


Destinations, Europe

Golden Circle Iceland Tour

July 8, 2015 • By

Although my latest posts and photos imply I traveled to Iceland for the food and not the scenery, the next few items will explore the rich beauty of this great country. The texture of the tundra landscape, the rock formations, the rivulets and ridges, the calderas, glaciers, lakes and mountains, and the spectrum of color are a photographer’s dream and a tourist’s wonder. It’s the reason one million foreigners sought a vacation in Iceland in 2014.

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Þingvallavatn

The Golden Circle, a popular side trip from Reykjavik on most itineraries, loops along the Reykjavik Peninsula and into Central Iceland. It’s a path ripe with natural beauty, history and hidden treasures. My incredible and very knowledgeable guide Jón taught me many things about the rivers, lakes and glaciers, but nature often speaks for itself.

We wound our car through lava fields, pockets of fertile grass with clusters of purple Alaskan lupine flowers, farms flecked with sheep and horses grazing, to Þingvallavatn, the largest natural lake in Iceland. If I recall, it was formed some time ago by the simultaneous eruption of two volcanoes close to each other.

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Þingvallavatn the sky meets the lake

Þingvallavatn may be the most extraordinary lake I have ever seen in my life. A midnight blue color, it is surrounded by lush Iceland vegetation and towering mountains (some still capped with snow). That day, the surface remained still and peaceful in spite of the wind. The clouds met the water, as if a mirror had been placed over the lake to create identical images of the sky and land. Mesmerized by the scene, I struggled to differentiate between the lake and the clouds. It was a visual moment I hope to hold in my mind for a very long time.

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Original spot of settlers convening parliament

After that idyllic moment, it was hard to appreciate the congested next stop. But my guide, who knows how to always take the road less traveled, worked some magic and we spent time sorting out the exact placement of the first Althingi or Parliament. Did it occur between the rock formations or out in the open with the blustery wind? We don’t know for sure, but after experiencing the wind, I venture to guess that the Vikings were no dummies and gathered in a nearby ravine. Parliament convened at Þingvellir in 930 and remained until 1798. It now meets in downtown Reykjavik. It is the longest-standing parliamentary institution in the world.

Þingvellir lies in a rift valley at the top of the Mid-Atlantic Ridge. It’s an area with lots of earthquakes and volcanoes as a result of the Eurasian and North-American plates breaking apart. After walking through a gorge, pretending I stood where the Vikings once assembled and formed the beginnings of Iceland, I felt small and unprotected, and, for another deep moment, I appreciated the challenges of living on this island of volcanic rock, black sand and unpredictability.

“The world is small here,” said my guide Jón.

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Gullfoss, Golden Falls, Golden Circle

Next, we visited Gullfoss, or “Golden Falls,” because at the end of every rainbow is a pot of gold. The water moves with serious power along a river and then dips once and then again like stairs into a gorgeous rush of activity, creating the falls.

There is a neat tale behind the history of Gullfoss. In the mid 1900s, a woman by the name of Sigríður Tómasdóttir, the daughter of Tómas Tómasson, the owner of the falls, threatened to throw herself over the water if it was sold to generate electricity. It wasn’t, and today, the landscape remains for locals and tourists alike to admire.

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Strokkur (Geyser) Golden Circle

We also visited Strokkur, meaning “churn”, a geyser near the Hvítá River. Having never seen land-based water eruption, I thoroughly appreciated the enormous magnitude and pure adrenaline brought on from the water exploding some 40 meters (131 feet) into the sky every 5-6 minutes. Billows of “smoke” (steam) from the many geothermal pools in the area blanketed the landscape. Imagine a setting with mini bonfires but instead of wood creating a choaking smoke, it’s boiling, bubbling water creating steam sequences.

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Geothermal pools

The other highlight (note: the entire drive itself is without question a perfect day) is Kerið, or, as my guide Jon explained, “the place where Superman was born.” It’s a huge crater lake carved out of the land with deep reddish brown walls hugging and capturing the rainwater. It’s worth a quick photograph and another sign of nature’s powerful presence.

Along the way, Jón and I talked shrimp egg salad sandwiches (local specialty), volcanoes, Vikings, Icelandic history, photography and life. He tested me on the differences between calderas and craters and ridges, riffs and canyons. I failed most of the time but I really tried. Iceland’s topography is a geologist’s study for life.

I learned about outlaws being sent out to the wild for their sentences and how north winds mean it’s going to be a very cold and windy day. Iceland’s weather is unpredictable–Mount Hekla-fickle–and, people, if you listen, will always throw you curve balls.

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Alaskan Lupine Flowers