Apart from being the B-side of the 1981 single “Life transmision” by Icelandic post-punk mavericks Þeir, it´s also what most Icelanders will tell you about their country. After spending the New-Year festivities and some additional days in this very special part of the world that fostered my darling wife, I could say the same upon arriving back in orderly Sweden and the town of Orebro. As the old crooner Paul Young would have put it – “Wherever I lay my hat (that´s my home)”. What it all means is that being at home is the best, wherever and however that home might look like.
Sometimes it´s hard to remember just how crazy and at the same time extremely loveable Iceland is. There´s the country itself, with unique nature, landscapes and a climate not to be fooled with without impunity. I don´t think there´s anywhere else in the world where a few hundred people would turn up for an end-of-Christmas bonfire, listen to traditional Choir music followed by a full rock-band and a collective sing-along of Christmas tunes for the kids. Still smiling happily while suddenly being belted by a pea-sized hail-storm before watching amazing fireworks.
For me personally there´s also the extended family of which I´ve become a part through my wife. Her fabulous parents, which we spent a lot of time with during the holidays. Her siblings, in very different walks of life, but per definition good people and persons which you would always like to spend just a little more time with. And then there´s her two daughters, with their respective families always opening their homes and hearts for us anytime we´re visiting.
That said, it´s always good to be home. In my own domain. Even though work awaits tomorrow.