A small but tremendously important part of my family lives in a tiny Manitoba town called Morden. An hour or so south of Winnipeg hovering above the US border.
I may travel the world, I may see many things and they will all change me but I am from a tiny town in the south of Manitoba, Canada. My family is strong, proud Icelanders and so am I.
It seems so simple, but shouldn't life be that simple?