I was in the high school at Reykholt in the winter of 1993-94 and finished my first year in high school from there. All the 100 students in the dormitories were very close to each other and we were like one big family. Between the time we had to spend at school and study we investigated the neighbourhood and enjoed being there.

One of the enjoyments we had was to wade in Snorri's pool and pick up the coins that wasteful tourists had thrown into it during the summer. We also played rugby in the garden of Snorri and imagined we were playing with Snorri and his men.

The winter I spent at Reykholt was really great. The surroundings and the traces of history were great. The place was magnificent along with being ghostly sometimes, when the spirit of Snorri could be sensed in the air

Sunna Bjoerk

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