With its stunning landscapes, Iceland is a canvas for the visual artist, a blank page for the poet with sombre moods, a backdrop for filmmakers who create thrillers and fantasies alike.
This Nordic island country has a relatively small population of 325,000. Everyone seems to know everyone. At least that was my impression on a visit there last October.
On the red-eye Icelandic Air flight from Boston to Reykjavik, I dozed between scenes of the film “Of Horses and Men.”
“It’s a tale set in the wild of Iceland, as a romance between humans, kindled by a bond with horses. It’s a drama in which horses and humans meet on equal terms,” a reviewer had written in the in-flight magazine. The horse is an Iceland motif.
The people, culture, and scenery are second to none.
