Let Us Eat Cake

Blonduos is the closest town to Helga’s farm. The small town sits where the mouth of the river Blanda meets the bay of Huna (Húnaflói). In the summer, the river sparkles blindingly as if flows over the catchments and empties into the deep cobalt blue of Húnaflói. Huna means young bear. The area is named … More Let Us Eat Cake

Burial Rites

Review of Burial Rites by Hannah Kent (This review is cross-posted in The Literary Cafe, a blog for book enthusiasts.) I first heard the story of Agnes Magnusdóttir on my last trip to Iceland in June. Our host, Helga, arranged a concert for us in the church where two flutists played a dozen songs. Some … More Burial Rites

A Girl Can Dream

Helga takes us out to the field of young horses, the two and three-year-olds that haven’t begun training. Icelanders believe in letting young horses stay wild in the herd, so they are more curious and respectful when humans start working with them. We are looking for one horse, Sonnetta, a filly that Esther wants to … More A Girl Can Dream