I just want to be back in Iceland backpacking again. That was what life should be. Exploring with no distractions and walking with no worries. Just pure wonderment. I miss Iceland and how that wonderful place made me feel. I miss the vibrant green and makeshift, cave kitchens. I miss sleeping next to creeks and waking up to a breakfast of peanut butter and raisins with a glacial view. I miss bathing in natural hot springs and running around above the clouds by myself, alone and free. I strive to live with that sense of vitality.
A 2002 Bluebird with a Vanagon on top of it. Post on A Restless Transplant with more info.