“Andrew, you’re traveling southern Iceland. Other than sightseeing, what the hell are doing there?”
That’s your current thought, and it has been all day. I am sure of it. Call it a special ability, sense, or even a lucky guess, but I just know…and I’m glad you asked.
Most of you have probably already guessed, but I’ll elaborate. While exploring Iceland, I’ve been living a dream come true; seeing amazing landscapes, the northern lights, sunrises, sunsets, glaciers, and the coast. I’ve been embracing the life I wish to lead and focusing way more on writing.
The means of my moseying: Milking cows and maintaining cottage houses.
38 cows. 7 cottages. 1 me. Game on, Holmes.
Those who know me probably did not know I was experienced with creatures of the bovine variety. You would not have known that because I don’t. Luckily the owners and other volunteers have been quite helpful in showing me the way. After just two weeks, Icelandic natives donned me “The Cow Whisperer”.¹
Most jobs have manuals or guides. My tasks are not difficult per se, but can be time consuming. However, no manual or guidebook prepares you for that first shitty cow-tail slap to the face. There’s really nothing like it. And when it happens, you feel lower than the owner of the flailing tail.
Cow-shenanigans notwithstanding, there are perks to the job: meeting travelers staying at the cottages, working with other volunteers, and getting milk straight from the source. Of course there is beautiful scenery because……IT’S ICELAND!
1. NOTE: This sentence is totally false.