We were out on one of our Saturday jaunts with no particular place to go, when I spotted an intriguing feature on the map. (This is why I prefer maps to GPS, which doesn't give the big picture view of the territory to the left and right of your current trajectory.) #icelandsecret
There seemed to be a bridge or road or some sort of connection to an offshore island off Route 1 northeast of Reykjavik in a town called Grafarvogur.
Now some might argue that if there's a road, it can't be an island. But if it's a causeway that's under water at high tide, I respectfully insist that it is, at least some of the time, surrounded by water, the very definition of an island. And this distinction is essential to my assertion that we actually did what the title of this post says we did. The causeway is a rough, lava-strewn strip with a rocky beach on either side, but it was passable at low tide.
The second "island" in the title refers to the fact that Iceland is an island. There should be no quibbling about that.
The last word in the title—"Island"—should actually have a little ' over the I, which I can't get my keyboard to do, so I'm giving up. Here's a clip from Wikipedia:
Ok, so here we are at the punchline. The icelandic word for "ice" is actually "is" (with an accent over the "i"). Ergot, the Icelanders spell Iceland "Island."
TaDa. We drove to an island off the island of "Island."
What we found there is the subject of my next post.