A 10,000-year-old iceberg — a true ancient wanderer from the heart of Greenland — had drifted silently into view, settling near the shore like it had found home. As fog rolled gently over the hills, it touched the ice like a long-lost friend. In front of this frozen giant stood a row of cozy, colorful houses — yellow and brown, — their warm tones glowing softly in the misty air.
