Iceland — the land of earthquakes, volcanoes, tiny horses, showers that smell like eggs, $25.00 fast food, and the world’s largest Phallological Museum. Our 48-hour-ish stopover in Reykjavik was a mind-bending and wildly confusing experience due to jet-lag, the endless sunlight, and our very strange Airbnb situation (a child’s room in someone’s weird apartment?). Beyond exploring the city we saw lava fields, bathed in the Blue Lagoon, stood at the meeting place of the Eurasian and North American tectonic plates, visited an enormous glacial waterfall, and witnessed a little girl dancing in the puddles of a boiling geysir. One of my sweetest memories still is listening to Sigur Rós while travelling through this otherworldly landscape. If I ever return, I hope to sink my toes into your black sand beaches and learn to pronounce some of your wonderfully bizarre street names. Takk for the all-natural trip, Iceland.
