So, after putting a couple thousand kilometers on the rental car driving around Iceland where, among other many other things, I tracked down bits and pieces of Hallgerður Höskuldsdóttir’s life — I discover today that she may have spent the last part of her life in Laugarnes, and may even be buried at an old graveyard in the area.
That would be, if I’m reading things right, a little more than a hundred meters from the hostel we stayed at in Reykjavík.
I have the distinct feeling that someone, somewhere, is laughing at me.
ETA: No need for sympathy here–I posted because not because I’m upset, but because I think this is funny and ironic and because I’m quite amused! 🙂 (And hey, it’s also one more reason I need to go back one day …)