Hopefully you don't mind if I share a few more Iceland photos with you.
They are random, without much rhyme or reason.
Lupines, one of my favorite flowers, grow in abundance all over the countryside.
They were all still in bud while we were there, but I happened to one in the South
that had started to bloom.
This sculpture by the Reykjavik waterfront represents the Viking ships that
brought the norsemen to this land.
It seems that the Icelanders have a good sense of humor and whimsy.
Sign in a tavern window:
Sign in front of a bakery:
And I yawned quite often!
Sign in front of a bar:
Sign on a gate covered with gloves:
Another tavern sign:
Walking around the towns, you'll find artwork where you least expect it...
The houses are charming...
The farms are amazing...and always so clean and well manicured.
Trolls are a part of their folklore and you see stacks of rocks all over that represent them.
Small churches dot the countryside, tiny and charming...
Children are named according to who their parents are and not by surnames as we use.
(From Wikipedia): A man named Jón Einarsson has a son named Ólafur. Ólafur's last name will not be Einarsson like his father's; it will become Jónsson, literally indicating that Ólafur is the son of Jón (Jóns + son). The same practice is used for daughters. Jón Einarsson's daughter Sigríður's last name would not be Einarsson but Jónsdóttir. Again, the name literally means "Jón's daughter" (Jóns + dóttir).
One of the things that I enjoyed immensely was their bread.
One in particular was made with rye flour, barley malt syrup, dried apricots and raisins and chopped walnuts.
I searched for a recipe online and found one to try...
Not exactly the same, but not bad.
I must keep searching!