Shorts

  • (Post 3 of 4) Leifur is the youngest entrepreneur on Stóri Kambur farm. He is seven years old. His grandfather gave him the first two chickens, then he sold cookies to tourists last summer to raise money for the rest. Now, he sells the eggs. They cost 500 kroner (or “one red note”) per dozen….

  • (Post 4 of 4) It’s time to hit the road, and we’ve got breakfast for the next couple of days. Thank you, Leifur, for these beautiful eggs. 450 kroner well spent. We are bound for the north side of this peninsula to meet Eyguló’s sister-in-law on a dairy farm. Follow us . . . the…

  • (Post 2 of 5) It’s not quite supper time in Olga’s kitchen, but it’s time for cake. When Eric and I arrive, she pulls out three different homemade desserts, plus cheese, butter and hot cocoa. All six of Olga’s children are home for the sheep round up, along with some of her grandchildren. The lamb…

  • (Post 3 of 5) “When I will die, I want to be cremated and to have my ashes spread here.” Guðbjörg Finnbogadóttir has brought us to the canyon on her farm. We never expected something so beautiful. “Growing up in this place, a belief in elves and trolls was really great.” As a girl, Guðbjörg…

  • (Post 4 of 5) “My grandmother’s best friend was a hidden person. There are hidden people; I believe in it. I grew up with it, and my favourite stories are stories about this.” Before dinner at the farm, Olga Andreasen continues our education about the spiritual life of Icelanders. Hidden people are much like us,…

  • (Post 5 of 5) After a dinner of lamb, potatoes, cabbage and the most delicious gravy, the family at Minni-Mástunga crashes out. Mom is the decorator around here. She loves fabric and has made over 300 quilts – as well as helping with the farm, raising six kids and caring for foster children as well….