|So... I guess it was kind of a fun time.|
At the end of August, I was at the cottage with some friends, and we ended up talking about Iceland in that random sort of way that summer conversations meander back and forth over all kinds of little things ... trips other people were taking, dreams from years ago, and plans made around a campfire that dissipate quickly in the morning light.
Except that this particular plan didn't float away like last night's smoke ... it grew.
That's the simple version, of course, but really, that's how I ended up on a plane to Keflavik, Iceland (and then on a bus to the capital city). It was just an idea, and then it was a plan, and then suddenly it was plane tickets and calendar dates and suitcases and boarding passes and the ground dropping away beneath us faster than I could blink.
And then ... Iceland!
We walked the colourful streets of the capital city, rode horses across stone-broken lava fields, hiked up waterfalls, and road tripped across the Southern part of Iceland ... we saw snow at the top of Glymur, sheep upon sheep upon sheep by the side of the road, and rainbows every 30 seconds in Reykjavik, where the weather changes faster than you can pull a hood over your head. It was the most "adulting" I've ever done, all the way across the ocean from everything that I'm used to, and as beautiful as it was, it made me realize how much I love living in Canada, too.
It truly was a wild trip... in every sense of the world! Would you be interested in seeing another post about tips and tricks for traveling Iceland? let me know in the comments!
If you could travel anywhere in the world, where would YOU go?