So there's a month to go, supposedly, and of course I'm nervous because I always am about leaving Victoria, which seems so incredibly small and constricting and like the perfect place to leave until a month before I do just that and decide I love the place dearly. Every. Single. Time.
We may not be sheep farming any more, having been slightly terrified by the 24/7 nature of lambing. Which is too bad on the one hand, but fairly reasonable on the other, I suppose. We do want to see part of the country, after all!
So we're back to looking for places, with the offer of an organic barley farm looking our best bet in Iceland right at the moment. Also signing up for couch surfing, and planning to do that on those intermediary nights around and about; most likely starting in Reykjavik.