I have promised Dan to complete the blog posts about our Iceland adventures. It has now been nearly two months since we left. My belly is bigger, snow is on the ground.
As we rounded the east side of the country into the south, Iceland became noticeably more populated. We spent a rainy night in Skatafell a famous national park but woke up to miserable weather. We drove on. We found this canyon.
Fjaðrárgljúfur canyon. It’s but a blip in the guide book. These blips became our destinations in the south–the places to find refuge from the crowds and the tour buses.
Everyone had their own way of traveling.
And so we followed our noses.
To a viking grave.
To green cliffs overlooking black beaches.
These were deserted and lonely places.
There was a 23 km hike I wanted to do out of Skogar.
We followed a trail of waterfalls for a while.
And that felt like enough.
Then we waited at a port and got a last minute spot on the ferry to Vestmannaeyjar
Small volcanic islands off the southeast coast
We’re on a boat!
When we got home people asked me if this trip was a life changer.
I have been on those adventures – the ones that change you forever
But this trip – this one was about celebrating exactly where we are.
It was about going somewhere we had always wanted to go – taking our honeymoon and babymoon at the same time – four years into our marriage when we knew things we couldn’t possibly have known right after our wedding, with still so much unkown ahead of us
Somehow this trip was about all of it- all of the struggles and the places and the jobs and unexpected joys and sorrows and love it took to arrive
at these very small and beautiful islands.
It was like pushing pause and soaking in a moment in time for two whole sweet weeks.
These islands have the best hot pools- with water slides- we went at 5 p.m. every day for a pre-dinner soak.
The campground is in an ancient crater-
with a replica of the first settler’s home right there.
Heimaey is the small fishing town nestled on the islands.
In 1973, the residents awoke to spewing lava
The town was evacuated and the volcano erupted for seven months. 360 homes were buried.
Highly recommend climbing Eldfell and visiting the museum about the eruption.
And if you visit the aquarium (run by the sweetest family) you may get to hold a puffin.
Here is how I will remember Iceland: surreal and beautiful, rainy and sunny and full of rainbows, chilly, cozy, with Dan and the camper van – and the big blue ocean.