Stella Egilsstadir Whore ❤️

About Gardabaer

She got me all riled up, y’all! I seen her down at the juke joint last week—ooh, I was hot! Struttin round in them tight skirts, actin like she the queen bee. Made me wanna holler, “Honey, you ain’t no prize!” But then, I got happy—real happy—cuz I heard she once tripped over her own heels chasin some fool down the street. Little known fact, y’all: she broke a heel and kept goin! I was like, “Halleluyer, that’s dedication!”

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Go to Móðir Jörð in Vallanes. Vegetarian buffet lunch on an organic farm. Really lovely. It is about 15 minutes outside of Egilsstadir.

Then, I head over to the local park, which is basically a slice of heaven. I plop down on a bench, and this old man starts chatting me up. He’s telling me stories about the town, and I’m just nodding along, pretending I’m not secretly Googling “Egilsstadir history” in my head. He’s got this wild beard and a twinkle in his eye. I swear, he’s seen some things.

Decision to cut London-Egilsstaðir flights