Author: - The Reykjavik Grapevine

The Wild in Wilderness


As I braved the howling wind with gusts that swayed my petite body like a dandelion seed, I could hear…

The Reykjavik Baby Mafia


“WAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!! WAAAAAAAHHHHH!” This is the background soundtrack that echoes and resounds in my eardrums. I hear it sometimes, like now,…

Creatures of Comfort


I’ve often wondered how self-proclaimed 101-ers would survive outside Reykjavík, where stiletto heels and converse sneakers would leave toes frostbitten….