I’ve been in Iceland for 5 days and spoken to at most, 3 other souls. Untouched and otherworldly, the land here insists on quietude. I nod in acknowledgement as I pass people by, but there is no expectation for words. An introverts salvation.
The company I crave is that of the Icelandic horse. I spot them roadside and we slow to a crawl, approaching ever so quietly, hoping not to disturb.
Hello, friends.
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