Iceland is a magical place where we feel like being on the moon at times, and the people there have names which are just from the moon! Everyone’s last name ends with something “Xdottir”, meaning the daughter of X; or “Yson” meaning the son of Y. The “X” or “Y” are usually the first name of the father, or sometimes the mother. There I adopted my first daughter, Vik Anadottir. She is a happy bee with purple stripes, who swings with the wind, loves the beach and kisses anyone who brings her sunshine.
According to Iceland tradition, my name could be something like Ana Gudmundsdottir (that would make me the sister of Björk, we could share the same father who goes by the first name of Gudmunds). And if I were to marry someone called Djüpak Smithson, our son will be called Lysühöll Djüpakson, imagining the four of us: Ana Gudmundsdottir, Djüpak Smithson, Vik Anadottir and Lysühöll Djüpakson with four different last names trying to check into the same hotel, people will never believe that we are actually related.
Despite all the confusion, brave Vik is proud of her nationality and named herself after Reykjavik, the capital and Vik a seaside town on the south side of this land of ice. Vik is also short for Vikings and Victoria. After her first adventure, she brought home some smoked salmon and she wants to invite you to a rooftop picnic, at the house of Anadottir’s… so what do you say?!
