I tramp a perpetual journey.

“To move, to breathe, to fly, to float, To gain all while you give, To roam the roads of lands remote, To travel is to live.” ― Hans Christian Andersen, The Fairy Tale of My Life: An Autobiography I have had this quote on a sticky note on my laptop for a few months... and find that it is always a good motivator. Along with this beautiful song by Patrick Watson, an amazing Canadian singer/ song writer (currently) from Montreal. I also enjoyed this video that was paired with it because it reminds me of the German countryside.

Now that I am settled in at my parent’s humble apartment in Germany, I thought I would reflect a little bit on my trip to Iceland. I have been thinking a little bit about the country every day, trying to decide how I could possibly describe my feelings about it…so here it goes.   This past march, during spring break, I visited Iceland for the first time during its dark time of year. I arrived to the country at around 7am and found out that I could not check into my hostel (The Backpackers Hostel) until 2pm. Thus, I dropped my bags off and walked around the whole city for about six hours in a breezy, cold snow storm without the right foot attire and a light jacket. What I found was that, for being such a cold, rainy and snowy country, Iceland’s culture is warm and vibrant. Although, my first experience of Iceland was very short (one day) and…cold…(including the part where I forgot to pay for a hostel blanket and had no hair dryer) I knew I needed to return. View from Hallg...