As I braved the howling wind with gusts that swayed my petite body like a dandelion seed, I could hear the fervent roar of the snow-covered Gulfoss waterfall plummeting beneath monstrous icicles. I guarded each step with my dear life as a…

“WAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!! WAAAAAAAHHHHH!” This is the background soundtrack that echoes and resounds in my eardrums. I hear it sometimes, like now, as I sip my deliciously sweet Swiss Mokka and try to concentrate on my writing while I slouch on the sofa of…

I’ve often wondered how self-proclaimed 101-ers would survive outside Reykjavík, where stiletto heels and converse sneakers would leave toes frostbitten. It really is as if Reykjavík is its own artistic enclave of a country, where Mt. Esja inspires admiration of Mother Nature…