Once when I was around 12 years old, I was home sick from school and watching day time tv, which consisted in those days (we had just 3 channels in New Zealand back then) of US talk shows and informercials for the Ab-flex machine. Whilst channel surfing through ALL 3 channels I happened across an episode of Oprah about Iceland. I dont remember much about the episode, except that they said the entire town of Reykjavik had natural under floor heating - obviously, as a girl who has always appreciated the finer things in life, that was enough for me to decide that I MUST go there one day. Back then it seemed like the furthest and most bizzare of destinations - a girl in small town provincial New Zealand, imagining going to Iceland!
Of course, after that day, I have had many many adventures around the world - Travelling all over the place and living in The Netherlands, France and England, but after nearly 6 years in Europe, and on the cusp of leaving the continent for the Land of the Free, I had STILL not gotten there! Quickly remedied, my Mum (living in The Hague) and I booked for 5 days in Reykjavik after I left London. The trip was amazing and just as bizzare as I thought it would be all those years ago.
Architect, painter, cook and cake baker. Kiwi with dutch tendencies on my fathers side, currently living in San Francisco, after a year in the far East End of London, 3 years in Paris, 2 years in The Netherlands.