Greetings from Westfjords, Iceland - In Search of Icelandic Sea Salt
Just a quick note to let you know that I made it to Iceland a little over 24 hours ago–Tuesday night here. Landed at sunset, which was at 11:30 pm. Weird. Actually, it doesn’t even get dark until about 1 am. We stayed at Bjorn’s parents’ house in Reykjavik (City R). I had a nice breakfast with Bjorn, his brother and mom.
We made two stops on Wednesday before going to Bjorn’s salt harvesting facility in northwest Iceland. Bjorn took me to meet two of his friends, a dairy farmer and a lamb farmer (herder? rancher?).
The countryside is dramatic and beautiful. It is like a combination of Hawaii, Alaska, Colorado, Scotland and the Moon. I’m not sure if that makes any sense, but at 1:00 AM, with little sleep and the sunlight still streaming through my window (it’s still not dark), I’m surprised I can even form a sentence. Although, come to think of it, I’m not even sure that was a real sentence.
I took a ton of photos. I promise to share more as soon as I can.
We made it to the salt making facility late this afternoon. The setting is beautiful and serene. Snowcapped glaciers ring the Norwegian Sea. There are no boats or industry to be found. In the water, there were only playful seals and a few exotic birds with orange beaks. I’m not sure there could be a better place to harvest sea salt.
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