Why I love Iceland...
Well, the truth is that I really dont know. It must be that little something in the air I feel and smell each time i cross the doorway to the outside when I set foot at Kvk airport ..when that wind slaps me as a welcome and when I feel the bite of that very particlular wind on my cheeks...
I still dont know... but When I see the low mountains of Reykjavik bay, surrounded by high clouds... Oh man... When I see them i feel at ease...so relax...When you see them, you cannot resist... you cannot resist cause while the sea air is already coming into your body, the noise of the waves crushing the coast next to Hverfisgata has already invaded you... you cannot...magic is already at work...
Then, you just go straight ahead and you finally end up in a cosy café typical from Rvk...your cheeks still blushing from the air and your eyes half dropping a tear fromthe cold wind... Oh man...that's Iceland...thats Reykjavik...you've got a good black and smokey coffe warming your cold hands, and a candle on the table and you tell yourself : "Hummm, feel like if it was my own living room..." You just need then to imagine a little tune that the radio will play, by Norah jones "Feel like home", and then you will be..right in that small cosy café...
I still dont know why I love that country so much...perhaps that' s also because of its countryside ? So close and so amazing..but looking so far in the mean time....just a short journey in your car and it makes you feel like if you had already reached the end of all things...with its green and grey fading colors...
Really I still have no idea...It must be their inhabitants maybe...who even after a few months in their country keep asking you "How do you like Iceloand ? Why did you come ?" Fools...you alrezdy know the answers, why do you ask the question then ? tss tss... funny fools...
No really, I still cannot figure it out... But when you are in love, do you really want to find an explanation to every little thing which make you smile...?
Nordic Seb
Well, the truth is that I really dont know. It must be that little something in the air I feel and smell each time i cross the doorway to the outside when I set foot at Kvk airport ..when that wind slaps me as a welcome and when I feel the bite of that very particlular wind on my cheeks...
I still dont know... but When I see the low mountains of Reykjavik bay, surrounded by high clouds... Oh man... When I see them i feel at ease...so relax...When you see them, you cannot resist... you cannot resist cause while the sea air is already coming into your body, the noise of the waves crushing the coast next to Hverfisgata has already invaded you... you cannot...magic is already at work...
Then, you just go straight ahead and you finally end up in a cosy café typical from Rvk...your cheeks still blushing from the air and your eyes half dropping a tear fromthe cold wind... Oh man...that's Iceland...thats Reykjavik...you've got a good black and smokey coffe warming your cold hands, and a candle on the table and you tell yourself : "Hummm, feel like if it was my own living room..." You just need then to imagine a little tune that the radio will play, by Norah jones "Feel like home", and then you will be..right in that small cosy café...
I still dont know why I love that country so much...perhaps that' s also because of its countryside ? So close and so amazing..but looking so far in the mean time....just a short journey in your car and it makes you feel like if you had already reached the end of all things...with its green and grey fading colors...
Really I still have no idea...It must be their inhabitants maybe...who even after a few months in their country keep asking you "How do you like Iceloand ? Why did you come ?" Fools...you alrezdy know the answers, why do you ask the question then ? tss tss... funny fools...
No really, I still cannot figure it out... But when you are in love, do you really want to find an explanation to every little thing which make you smile...?
Nordic Seb
