Land of Iceland sprouted like a mushroom from the ocean, shaken by the waves and swept by the wind, shaped by fire, air and water, where do you hide your spirit? within rugged volcanoes or buried under miles of ice? among a thousand waterfalls and streams that melt you into the sea or into the waves that bring you back to shore?
Icelandic knows this and has a thousand answers, every mountain, beach or lava field has a name and a story to tell and many have a spirit that lives there and that induces respect and fear. And from time to time you need a name for a new volcano or an island that has emerged from the ocean, and be quick, before it sinks again.