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Middlehood Jan23 CM
Middlehood Jan23 CM
MIDDLEHOOD
BY JUDI KETTELER greener than it is now. He sounds like a tool,
though, so maybe his judgment wasn’t the
best.
I’ve always been attracted to the idea of
places that aren’t what they seem, whether
because of nuance or misunderstanding.
It’s probably because I live in Ohio now
Iceland
but grew up in Northern Kentucky, which
is Kentucky but isn’t, while it’s absolutely
not Ohio but mostly is. As a child, I was told
I was a Midwesterner, though I could have
to Go
sworn, when I spotted my state on a map of
the U.S., it looked like the East.
Hence, traveling to this misnamed
country seemed like a wonderfully weird
thing to do. Someday. Which probably
HOW A PLACE WITH THE WRONG NAME HAS meant never. Still, I randomly read articles
about Iceland and found reasons to say
THE RIGHT IDEA ABOUT LIFE. aloud the name of its capital city, Reykja-
vík, the sultry consonance of the Ks calling
to mind a sexy, starlit landscape: Raaaay-
kavickkk.
Nothing happened for years. Decades.
And then something did.
I
one I didn’t know at all but who seemed
really cool—posted that she was going on
a yoga retreat in Iceland. I messaged her.
What was this retreat? She sent me a link,
I REMEMBER TWO THINGS ABOUT THE GEOGRAPHY CLASS I TOOK AT NORTHERN KENTUCKY fully expecting that we’d never speak of
University circa 1993: I got 100 percent on the test where we had to locate every country it again.
in the world on a map, and I learned that Iceland was misnamed. The first hasn’t helped Instead, I signed up. The trip would
me much, because I routinely get the answers wrong when my son uses his “Countries of be in September 2022, nearly a year away.
the World” placemat to quiz me at dinner. I bought the best travel insurance avail-
But the second thing? That was a keeper. I can still see the professor’s handsome able and figured there was a 50/50 chance
thirtysomething face telling us that Iceland was the “green” land, whereas Greenland was of cancelation, because COVID taught me
actually the “ice” land. that life can just get canceled sometimes.
Apparently, the Viking who named Iceland saw a fjord filled with ice and thought it I dug through my purse to find the card
made for a catchy name. Then about 100 years later, when Erik the Red got kicked out of of Eric Newman, the man I accosted at my
Iceland for murdering people, he settled in a place he called Greenland, which likely was friends’ campaign event. Turns out, he lived
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a few streets over from me. I bought his feels like a wild, beautiful place I need to a random comment from some baby-faced
book, Iceland With Kids (though I would see before I die.” adjunct professor 30 years ago?
definitely not be going with my kids), and But no answer was the whole truth. Be- And then I sunk into my first geother-
hired him to help me plan days outside cause I didn’t know why I was going. Not mal spring just outside of the city. I plunked
of the yoga retreat. Other than that, I did really. my credit card down without even trying to
shockingly little research, though I did September came, and I bought a pair of convert the Icelandic Krona, followed the
binge-watch Trapped on Amazon, a murder hiking shoes and read up on driving in Ice- confusing shower ritual required to get in,
mystery series set in a small Icelandic town land. And then, a few days after my birthday and finally glided through steaming waters
that becomes completely cut off because of and a night flight featuring zero hours of in a state of complete bliss. I floated on my
a blizzard, a blackout, and an avalanche. It sleep, I landed in Reykjavík (actually Ke- back in the delicious hot water, stared up at
was terrific for hearing the language, but flavik, because they have a CVG bait-and- the brightening sky, and wondered, Is this
it did make me wonder what I’d gotten my- switch situation too) hungry, bleary-eyed, why I’m here?
self into. and feeling like I was on a strange rock in During that week, spending time both
Whenever I mentioned my upcoming the middle of nowhere. I chugged coffee and alone and with my group, I would visit two
trip to Iceland, which was frequently—be- started driving. I had a full itinerary, thanks more geothermal springs. I would see wa-
cause it’s a crackerjack way to start a con- to Newman, who I simply called My Iceland terfalls—so many waterfalls!—and vol-
versation: “So I’m going to Iceland in a few Guy. Over the course of two days, I would canic craters. I would walk in a lava forest
months…”—the response I inevitably got make my way north to the artsy town of and smell boiling earth. I would sit under
was, “Why?” I tried out various answers, in- Akureyri, where I would meet my retreat the Northern Lights, clear and green and
cluding the one about geography class. But group. spooky.
was that really a reason to spend a chunk of That first morning, everything seemed I would stand on a sharp cliff, the sky so
change on a 10-day trip taking time away gray during my drive. It was raining. I had to piercing blue it seemed a mistake, and take
from my family and my writing income? A pee. Signs were in kilometers. What was I in the North Atlantic, a sheet of aquama-
more acceptable reason seemed to be, “It doing here? Why had I been enamored with rine glass. I would do a cartwheel over the