Too me, the spirit of Iceland is encapsulated in the eyes of the great Icelandic horse. Free and boundless as the ever changing landscape allows. At every turn you see them running free, with a playful yet immensely powerful demeanor. You can see why their family lineages are as documanted and rich in history as the Viking roots of their human counterparts. For when you stand eye to eye with them you can feel them read your soul as if it was one of the great sagas of old.