Someone I met today is a cow farmer. One of the Airbnbs we stayed at was on a legit cow farm. We didn't get to see the cows, but we did get to meet the guy running it.

The room we stayed in was on the second floor, so we had crept downstairs after our adventure to Skogafoss. At the dining room table was a lone man, quietly sitting by himself with only the rain to keep him company. He turned to us as we entered the room, and we felt a little weird not introducing ourselves so we took a seat with him.

He had been a farmer, and so was his father, and his father before that. He hoped that one of his 5 children would be interested, "But I wouldn't force them into it either."

We asked about the home and he said it was the one he grew up in, then they built the one in the back. The best investment he made was turning his family home into an Airbnb, and it was a nice one at that. He asked us what the weather was like at home, so we let him know.

"I don't think I would like that very much. I was in Portugal once. I didn't like it very much then either."

Super exciting was the super fresh cow milk! He had a glass of it himself, and I offered to was his glass with mine.

"You can do that for me. Thank you."

I think through my interactions with this guy is that Iceland people are very nice, and their niceness can be seen as cold and stiff compared to... Maybe more extroverted countries. I thought it was perfectly fine. It reads like a polite genuine stiffness, only because you hope that the other person doesn't go too far in their niceness.

Someone else I met today was a guy from the UK who worked for Glacier Guides, and took us to Vatnajokull. He also hated the cold.