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The title of this post was actually chosen. On December 30th,
five days after Christmas, we went to the Icelandic Museum of Witchcraft and
sorcery, located in Iceland's answer to Bethlehem as far as ideal like
Christmas time scenery goes. We didn't have much daylight to begin with, so we
spend every bit of it that we could enjoy the mountain ranges and Frozen
waterfalls on the way up to homovec. When we got there, we noticed that the
town was very quaint and quiet, and only a few locals who dared Brave the cold
we're out and about, and on their way to the nearest place to eat.
The Museum of Witchcraft and sorcery itself was very intriguing. It cost somewhere around $10 to enter, and upon entering, we were greeted by a very sweet lady of about 60 or so, and within 5 minutes of conversing with her, she became the fifth Icelandic person to talk about their displeasure in America's current president at the time, Donald Trump. In fact, it became a running Trend, and I believe that every Icelandic person I spoke to had a dispossession against Trump and Americans who supported him. Although crude to some of you, I found it hilarious.
In a museum itself, there were different insignias, carvings, decorations, books, tapestries, logs, and other Errata that were used by witches and sorcerers back in the 12th and 13th century of Icelandic history. Due to accusations of Witchcraft, 40 men and one woman lost their lives, including a lawyer, a bishop, a couple of farmers, and a few late people who are found to have received knowledge from the Devil Himself... Or so they said. It was definitely interesting to see how the trials and tribulations of ancient Iceland were similar to those in our own American version, the Boston and Salem witch trials. Although several decades apart, a lot of the same methods of dealing with the accused were very similar.
After driving to see the rest of the Town, including the clean and cute little Harbor, we drove through a fairly dangerous mountain pass up towards the fjords to see the sorcerer's Cottage. This was a cottage there was said to have been inhabited by a sorcerer who practiced magic and Arcane arts for most of his life. Although too dark to take a picture, and closed from touring until the beginning of summer, we still went to see this location to see what it was about. On our way back to the car, we were greeted by a barking dog who was lonely and desperate for company. We gave him a few pets, ignore the fact that he was trying to bite our tires, and drove onto the little town of drums Ness to get our first taste of Icelandic hot pots.
And Iceland, hot pots are legendary hot tubs that are known for their geothermal water that occurs naturally from the ground. We had to shower due to sanitation standards in Iceland, so we stripped, showered and a small little Hut across the street from the baths, and then prepare ourselves for a cold track across the way into a cult hot pool. It was here that we interacted with a man from the Czech Republic, who spoke very good Icelandic to and Icelandic local sitting in the next tub over. After talking to him for 2 years, he gave us Viking goalie r, Iceland signature beer. We got our first taste of Icelandic alcohol for free. While we sit on our beers, we looked out across the training waves, teeming dolphins, City Lights from Beauregard and the distance, and a beautiful sky full of stars. 2 hours later, we got out of the hot tubs, a perfect ending to a perfect day.
The Museum of Witchcraft and sorcery itself was very intriguing. It cost somewhere around $10 to enter, and upon entering, we were greeted by a very sweet lady of about 60 or so, and within 5 minutes of conversing with her, she became the fifth Icelandic person to talk about their displeasure in America's current president at the time, Donald Trump. In fact, it became a running Trend, and I believe that every Icelandic person I spoke to had a dispossession against Trump and Americans who supported him. Although crude to some of you, I found it hilarious.
In a museum itself, there were different insignias, carvings, decorations, books, tapestries, logs, and other Errata that were used by witches and sorcerers back in the 12th and 13th century of Icelandic history. Due to accusations of Witchcraft, 40 men and one woman lost their lives, including a lawyer, a bishop, a couple of farmers, and a few late people who are found to have received knowledge from the Devil Himself... Or so they said. It was definitely interesting to see how the trials and tribulations of ancient Iceland were similar to those in our own American version, the Boston and Salem witch trials. Although several decades apart, a lot of the same methods of dealing with the accused were very similar.
After driving to see the rest of the Town, including the clean and cute little Harbor, we drove through a fairly dangerous mountain pass up towards the fjords to see the sorcerer's Cottage. This was a cottage there was said to have been inhabited by a sorcerer who practiced magic and Arcane arts for most of his life. Although too dark to take a picture, and closed from touring until the beginning of summer, we still went to see this location to see what it was about. On our way back to the car, we were greeted by a barking dog who was lonely and desperate for company. We gave him a few pets, ignore the fact that he was trying to bite our tires, and drove onto the little town of drums Ness to get our first taste of Icelandic hot pots.
And Iceland, hot pots are legendary hot tubs that are known for their geothermal water that occurs naturally from the ground. We had to shower due to sanitation standards in Iceland, so we stripped, showered and a small little Hut across the street from the baths, and then prepare ourselves for a cold track across the way into a cult hot pool. It was here that we interacted with a man from the Czech Republic, who spoke very good Icelandic to and Icelandic local sitting in the next tub over. After talking to him for 2 years, he gave us Viking goalie r, Iceland signature beer. We got our first taste of Icelandic alcohol for free. While we sit on our beers, we looked out across the training waves, teeming dolphins, City Lights from Beauregard and the distance, and a beautiful sky full of stars. 2 hours later, we got out of the hot tubs, a perfect ending to a perfect day.
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