I remember reading Pullman’s Golden Compass for a class, years ago. I was drawn to the adventurous tales of Lyra and her polar bear battling in the North, under skies lit with Aurora Borealis. Although the world that Pullman created was fictional, for some reason, I always associated it to Iceland. I made it my goal to travel there.In September 2013, we booked two remote cabins along the south of Iceland, and for the next 6 days, we journeyed along the Ring Road from Reykjavik to Skaftafell.
January 22, 2014 at 11:40pm
January 18, 2014 at 8:40pm
For those who know the value of and exquisite taste of solitary freedom (for one is only free when alone), the act of leaving is the bravest and most beautiful of all.
"Because we never stop loving silently those we once loved out loud."
January 9, 2014 at 11:12pm
The cowardly belief that a person must stay in one place is too reminiscent of the unquestioning resignation of animals, beasts of burden stupefied by servitude and yet always willing to accept the slipping on of the harness. There are limits to every domain, and laws to govern every organized power. But the vagrant owns the whole vast earth that ends only at the non-existent horizon, and her empire is an intangible one, for her domination and enjoyment of it are things of the spirit.