The Wacky World of a Weird Girl

I returned to Reykjavik last Thursday. Alas, I still didn't see any Northern Lights thanks to the tricksy Icelandic weather, but I still...

The organist hammered out the final chord and let go with a flourish. We visitors sat in spellbound silence as the notes ascended a...

Deciding to go to Iceland was definitely the most impulsive thing I have ever done as a self-confessed overthinker. It was also defini...