I loved Iceland because,

Of the wind, for it speaks loudly to the mountains here, or maybe it’s the mountains that are calling the wind and that’s why it moves so quickly across the land, to reach those mountain peaks for the best view here. It never tires, it runs with the horses on the flats and climbs the Ridgeline without consequence. For gravity is one of the many things it defies. In no surprise there are 156 words describing wind in the Icelandic language. And until I visited this country I used to not love the wind.