No, our tradition wasn't broken. Yes, a miracle happened. Yes, I use the word “miracle” too often. No, I won't stop.
The miracle wasn't that the campsite was excellent, with hot water and electricity, but that for the first and only time it was FREE. Where did such a fluctuation in the space-time continuum come from, you might ask?
The thing is that the nearby church Strandarkirkja emanates rays of divine power, and their grace is so great that none of the surrounding farmers has the strength to refuse a neighbor a place to sleep.
If my Aesopian language is unclear, let me translate: the church is a famous pilgrimage site, and two farmers living nearby have set up as many as two free hostings campsites: one pays for itself with souvenirs, and the other with a little cafe.
