Chapter 15
Honoré
“Here’s the Greenland part.” Leo pointed out the side of the helicopter. He nodded insistently, as if green mountain peaks proved the rumor about the names of Greenland and Iceland having been switched.
I shook my head good-naturedly.
After spending almost two weeks with Leo, I preferred to indulge him rather than give him a history lesson on the Vikings and the misnomer of the two countries.
“It must have taken lots of water to create canyons like this,” Leo said to our pilot, who then gave us some information on the history of the rock formations we were seeing.
We were flying over some of the most beautiful landscapes in the world.
Clear water punctuated by jagged, white rock formations made of ice. Mountains carved by deep gorges and cliffs made completely of i
