No news to tell. No scandals, no natural disasters, nothing but snow, a bit of winter. But that is enough for me, I don't ask for more. It's like they say: simple minds, simple pleasures.

For some time now, I have belonged to the seemingly rare breed here in Iceland, which hails winter and wishes the snow would stay.
Foreigners are constantly being surprised by our lack of love for the winter time.
-Which is more popular in Iceland: alpine or nordic skiing?
-Well, I'm not sure... but neither one is very widespread here.
-Oh, I see. You're modern here, you're more of a snowboarding nation, right?
-Mmmm... yeees, that is catching on, but still quite limited to people of a certain age and life style.
-Hmmm... You must spend all your time ice skating then. You know, you're good at hockey and such.
-Em... nope to that one. No good at that.
-Right, no winter sports despite the name of the country... what about sailing? You live on an island, you are fishermen (or at least fishermen descendants), you must enjoy being out at sea in a little scooner.
-Are you crazy? Enough people lost out at sea without us foolishly going out there for fun as well. Not popular!

No, we're no good at winter sports. We don't like sailing. But sometimes we like to think that were really good at handball and bridge... does that count? And we do play football, do you know Gudjohnsen? Very good at that game... And do you know Vala Flosa? She won bronze at the Olympics. Stick jumping, you know...