Usually when a country tries to get people to come and visit, they use beautiful pictures of places or things and have some sort of slogan like “Find your Montreal.” I found my Montreal and his name was… Never mind that. This ain’t that blog.

Iceland, oh darling Iceland is a little bit different. No, I didn’t spend a week there. I spent an hour in the airport and it affirmed my belief that Iceland does in fact… rule.

Case in point, the aforementioned ad campaign:

Ohh, and this friendly fellow:

To me, that face makes me want to write letters to him, but I am betting a lot of people would be scared of old Thor or whatever his name is.

But, this is what sold me on Iceland and leads me to believe that it rules:

Eat a sheep’s head? Most people wouldn’t touch a sheep’s head, much less try to somehow eat it. Come to Iceland, eat a sheep’s head. Iceland rules. No doubt about it.

Oh and then there was this little thing. Not many airports feature taxidermy animals, but not many countries entice tourists to visit by offering them the chance to eat sheep’s heads.

Here it is:

Look out Iceland. Natalia WILL invade you with her explosive laughter and constantly present digital camera.