The Árbæjarsafn Open Air Museum

At first, the men and women working in the farming village of Árbær took me off guard. Dressed in historical costumes, they were doing things like knitting and tending to the animals. But after an hour or so, I no longer consciously registered their presence. And as the day progressed, I found myself worrying about the impending harvest back home. Would dependable old Betsy survive another winter? Say, that’s a fetching wench. I wonder whither she brings that bucket of mead, and what her dowr...