As today’s the day, I wanted to share how Icelandic people count down to Christmas. I found a book about this during my first trip to Iceland. Since then, I’ve loved this story about the 13 little fellas who keep excitable Children in check as Christmas approaches.
They reputedly come from the lava fields of Dimmuborgir, so of course I visited there when I was
chilling on the north side of iceland two years ago.
Me and the lads
This is their natural habitat, and playground:
Dimmuborgir: look closely and you may see one of the Yule Lads hiding in the lava field
Keep an eye on your sausages, and look forward to the day when you can gobble Skyr, safe in the knowledge that you are only copying the example of another.
Here’s someone else’s (much better, and more knowledgeable than mine) explanation:
Icelandic Jólasveinar – Santa Clauses in Iceland
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Last time I was at Jökulsárlón glacier lagoon I visited at sunset and midday. So this time I decided to go for the beautiful pinkish light of dawn.
Not bad, even if I say so myself…
I’m having a little explore of the East Fjords of Iceland. Here’s a little peek at the view from my balcony in Reydarfjordur this morning.
Obviously there will be more to come. But I’m off out there to enjoy it, rather than sitting here talking to you about it…