
June 18, 2007
2006 was a tough year for me, easily the toughest full year of my life. Towards the end of 2006, I knew it would take all my resolve to see the rest of the year through. Christmas filled me with dread.
I decided to go to Cuba. It was the best decision I could’ve made, because I returned a new person. Cuba changed me, it made me look forward. Thank you, Cuba.
At the beginning of 2007, I knew turning 35 would be significant. For most people, getting older means birthdays aren’t a big deal anymore — as an adult you figure one year doesn’t make much difference from the other. But not for me, not with this one. I know firsthand how short life can be and reaching 35 is a milestone I actually wanted to celebrate, not dread. I didn’t feel this way until after Cuba.
So I chose to be in Iceland. Why? Because one of the many lessons I learned in Cuba is that people who live in a harsh environment, whether it be politically difficult or challenging in its physical conditions, find a way to live through it and flourish. They not only survive, they make art — music, literature, whatever media available to express themselves. That is why I wanted to go to the Arctic Circle — to Iqaluit, initially, then Iceland, most of which isn’t quite in the Arctic Circle but a northern destination, nonetheless.
Cuba and Iceland are completely different island countries in the most obvious ways, but I can draw parallels between them in how their citizens are influenced by the land and political climate.
I knew Iceland would be beautiful, I knew its beauty would be unique. I wanted to see it for myself and celebrate another year on this planet in a little corner of extremes, a place they call “the land of fire and ice”. For the first time in a long time, I didn’t think about the past or the future, I lived in the moment.
Thank you, Iceland, for such a memorable trip.