Our journey to Iceland began with diving into stories on the plane.
We watched indie movies, American sitcoms, and rested our eyes to dream up more stories.
Our plane landed around eleven p.m., not long after the sunset. We woke in the morning to Iceland’s vast landscape.
Even driving around the whole island, it felt like a mirage in the distance. Like this never ending beauty
that you can’t quite come to terms with. The only logical explanation, is that we’re still on the plane dreaming.
Even with our photographs for proof, it still feels like a distant daydream. The quietness of it all.
The naked landscape… no trees to interrupt the waterfalls, mountains, and moss for miles and miles.
We chased wild horses across those mountains, picked blueberries in fields, and walked under a waterfall
and felt the mist in our faces. The nights were chilly, but nothing a bonfire couldn’t shake.
We warmed up with coffee and soothed our grumbly tummies with Icelandic pancakes.
The friendships we made, those were real. We even went to a family reunion and had our own name tags
made for us that linked us to their Icelandic families. They taught us new card games and we
played til the wee hours of the night. We tried our best to learn Icelandic, but only got as far as
learning how to say thank you. So for our Iceland friends who were so warm and wonderful to us, takk!
