Everyone in Iceland is related. So says the website islendingabok.is, home to a registry of nearly Icelander born since 1703. Eygló Svala Arnarsdóttir was skeptical.
“I am not related to my boyfriend,” I stubbornly insisted the other day, having carefully made sure we weren't before we started dating. I was having a debate with my brother about his theory that all Icelanders were related to each other. He offered to prove it to me.
The next day there was an email from him waiting in my inbox. I opened it and discovered a list of names and dates of birth – a family tree. I recognized some of the names and soon realized that this was a list of my ancestors and my boyfriend’s ancestors, all the way back to the 18th century.
Apparently we share a great-great-great-great-great-great-great grandmother, whose name was Gudrún Einarsdóttir. [Link]