In one of my more less-thought-out ideas, riding Icelandic horses in the countryside of Iceland seemed to have great appeal. I love horses. I love riding them. I love how they smell. I love the way they move. It just seemed a natural fit: one day left in Iceland = one day of horseback riding. […]

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