It was a question of when, not if.
The Iceland Writers Retreat I was planning to attend in April has been canceled. With a limit on public gatherings as well as confusing travel bans, there was not much hope for ten authors and one hundred and fifty participants to get together in Reykjavík at the end of April. Fortunately, I could cancel my hotel reservation without penalty. A refund for my flight looks a little iffier, although there will still be Icelandair flights, they will restricted to a few major hubs, of which MSP is not one.
These are trying times, but my personal setbacks don’t mean a lot in the face of pestilence and disease. In the meantime, I’ll have to make do with some vicarious Iceland experiences, including a spooky yet charming video of my favorite Icelandic musician: JFDR at her CD release party, last Friday at the Iðno concert hall. Unfortunately, she pulled the video so you can no longer see it. This was truly a family affair, with all FIVE of the Ákadóttir sisters performing (including Björg, who wasn’t even born when Jófríður started her career) as well as various friends helping out on stage and with production. It is eerie to watch: when the camera panned to show the empty seats my heart sank.
Here is a video you can watch from this event: