I’m awake. It’s the sixth day of sunshine here in Iceland. Yes, I do count the days because it is not that common that we have so many days of pure, yellow, warm sun. The only sound I hear is the sound of the little birds that made a nest under my roof outside my bedroom window. I live in the capital of Iceland, Reykjavik. Even though it is the capital I sometimes feel like time has stopped, everything is moving in slow motion and all I need are my two dogs. They are my life, my love and my passion.
I take them out for a walk. Just five minutes walk from my house there is an open area covered with lava and moss. There are caves made out of lava and grass, the ground is soft because of all the moss. I sit down, watch my dogs run all around me and think of how lucky I am.
I live in a country free of war. I live in a country with one of the highest life rates in the world. I live a good life and my dogs live a great life. I am free; I can wear what I want, do what I want and say what I want – and people listen.
I am a proud daughter of an Icelandic fisherman.
I know what I want and how to get it.
I am not afraid.
I am brave.
I am a Viking — I am an Icelander.