Horses of Iceland

Icelandic horses

Like any self-respect­ing vis­i­tors of Ice­land, I took a boat­load of pic­tures of the adorable Ice­landic hors­es while I was there. I read so much before our vis­it about how friend­ly these hors­es were and how they would come to you and prac­ti­cal­ly ask for a pet, so I wasn’t pre­pared for the harsh real­i­ty:

The num­ber of hors­es I saw: Too many to count.
The num­ber of hors­es who didn’t mind being pet by me: One.

I mean, come on! I prac­ti­cal­ly grew up with hors­es. My younger broth­er was a com­pet­i­tive eques­tri­an ath­lete and I watched him train all the time. I love hors­es. But these Ice­landic hors­es real­ly made me feel reject­ed. The one horse who didn’t mind hav­ing my grub­by hand all over its face I met only a cou­ple of days before the end of our trip. I’m sure it only did it out of pity and was laugh­ing at me inside in a horsey man­ner as I was pet­ting it.

Next vis­it to Ice­land, I’m total­ly going to ride one. Like­ly on a sandy beach so it won’t hurt too much when I fall.

This hand­some horse let me pet him/her, like­ly out of pity:

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These oth­er hors­es, they all reject­ed me *sniff*:

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They’re all so freakin’ adorable, though. I do miss them.

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  1. I’m pret­ty sure you pet the hors­es at the first place we stayed. In the morn­ing we went over and checked them out. I know I pet one of those guys.

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