Today, as I reflect on my entries surround my Iceland trip from 2018, I leafed through the pages of my travel journal, ensuring no memory was left uncaptured. My fingers paused on an entry about one of the most enchanting sights of my journey that I really didn’t touch on much — the wild Icelandic horses.
The beauty of these horses is undeniable, with their robust build, thick manes flowing in the wind, and an unyielding spirit that mirrors the raw energy of Iceland. Each encounter, whether they were galloping freely through the moss-covered lava fields or just grazing in the shadow of a distant mountain, was a poignant reminder of nature's wonders. It's fascinating how these creatures, brought to the island by Norse settlers over a millennium ago, have become such an integral part of Iceland's identity. Over the centuries, isolated from the rest of the world, the Icelandic horse has retained its pure lineage, resisting the interbreeding that often alters species elsewhere.
But beyond their physical beauty and historical significance, the horses hold a deeper, mythical resonance in Icelandic culture. Tales abound of the huldufólk or hidden people of Iceland, who are said to ride these horses across the land during the midsummer nights. Many locals even believe that the horses possess a certain otherworldly quality, acting as a bridge between our realm and that of the unseen. They've been immortalized in sagas and folklore, where they often carry heroes through challenges, symbolizing strength, loyalty, and an unbreakable bond with the land.
Reflecting upon these tales, it’s easy to understand why these horses, both wild and gentle, have captivated the hearts of so many. They're not just animals; they're an embodiment of Iceland's spirit—a blend of history, myth, and raw natural beauty. For every waterfall, every mountain peak, every geothermal spring, and especially for every wild horse that graced my path, made this journey unforgettable.
