Iceland land of Fairies and Boiling Mudpots
Group photo in front of waterfall; in this case Djynandi falls Icelanders have, after 10 plus centuries, still a lot of Viking genes in all of them (the first Vikings landed in 870AD), and they give a lot of credence to the Sagas, that formed the minds of children during the dark long winters, as they listened to their grandfathers, who, as the fire crackled and grandpa’s pipe was billowing fumes, told the grisly stories of Ogres, Giants and Elves and old cackling Hags, who brought disaster or wonder to the lonely farmers of Iceland. And as far as the tale is being told, they still do, reason why superstition is still very much alive. Seljalandsfoss (foss stands for waterfall in Icelandic) In September, the month that our traditional band of travelers, Gary and Linda and Herman and Marjo and the two of us visited Iceland, winter had of course not yet set in, although the rain often obscured our vision and stymied walks in the autumn colored fields, but the sense of the mystical world