A grand total of only four days in Iceland managed to evoke feelings of amazement, wonder, worry, sheer panic and relief whilst delivering me through a cycle of frost, warmth, more frost and eventually the (man) flu. This is the story of the bucket-list country which showed us a slew of sheer natural beauty; the story of a country which stole my heart and, almost, my wallet…
It’s the 1st of January. Many of us will have spent most of December in an extravagant and gluttonous fashion. It’s all good, because your New Year’s resolution is to get back into the gym, start a new diet, get in shape. Right?
Experience has taught me that there are two types of people in the world:
- Those who fetch/make coffee for others; and
- Those who don’t.
- The shy, quiet girl
- The extrovert with no filter
- The fitness fanatic
- The ladies’ man
- The nerd
- The religious extremist
- The Darwinist
Which are you? Which least describes you? Which do you like the least?
Let’s face it, we’ve all both delivered and been recipients of the “I would love to, but I might have something on this Friday,” or the “Yeah, that might be cool. I’ll see how it pans out.”