April 26, 2011 4th Tues. Slice Iceland
It has been many years since I arrived on the island of Iceland. However, I still harbor wonderful memories from my time there. I was only seventeen when I first stepped off the prop plane in Keflavik, Iceland. It was scary at first. The bus I was riding on drove over a gravel road through fields of lava. The land was black and barren. A cold blue sky was clear as crystal lakes I had seen in pictures. At seventeen, life is so exciting. I was ready for adventure and it never occurred to me that I wasn’t going to see my family, pets, and friends for over a year. I just went with a vision of seeing the world. All I had to go on was a picture of an older couple, who turned out to be 14 years older than my own parents, that I was going to live with. I had found out the last week of my senior year of high school that I was accepted into the exchange program to go to Iceland. My plans originally were to go to Switzerland, bu...