joining the migration

J and I, with parents in tow, have just returned from a whirlwind tour of the northern lands, along with many other Icelanders from the Reykjavík area (closest I've seen to a traffic jam here). We stayed on a farm among Icelandic cattle and horses, we went to the lesser-known cousin of the Blue Lagoon, we walked among dark castles of lava, and spent Easter on a tiny island in the middle of a northern fjord. Yesterday we were in the middle of a snowstorm, today in Reykjavík it is finally feeling like springtime- sun, a flag-snapping breeze, and the drowsy feeling of holidays. More later.