If you are planning to go to Iceland ever and want to be surprised don’t look any further.
Or if you find vacation photos boring, please go away too. I won’t be offended.
So, for the rest of you, here’s what happened. I decided, out of the blue, to go last month, and booked a tour that circumnavigated the island. Iceland is way closer to New York than I realized — takes about the same amount of time as the Limoliner to Boston or a flight to Seattle. And the time difference for me right now is four hours. The place is gorgeous, surpassing all I’d heard about it, with tons of great stuff to do. We stayed in very nice hotels and ate quite well (something I had not expected knowing that so much is imported). It was cold which I liked, expensive which I didn’t, but overall it was a grand vacation I highly recommend.
During my time in Iceland I traveled through lava fields of different kinds, walked along remarkable beaches of black sand, passed craters, dormant and dead volcanoes, peered into pseudo craters, wandered up and down sulfur slopes, observed bubbling mud pools, jumped when geysers blew, saw puffins and tons of other birds, had a snowball fight on a glacier, went on a whale watch where some people saw a minke whale, rode an adorable horse, went on a magical boat ride in an iceberg filled lagoon, saw countless waterfalls, soaked in the Blue Lagoon, and did a whole lot more. I’m not much of a photographer, but here are some I did take:
Lava fields with geothermal steam in the distance.
Near where the North American and Eurasian plates meet.
A rainbow at Skogafoss
One of many boiling sulfur mud pools at Namaskard.
The view from my hotel window of Lake Myvatn.
At a small village where only one nonogenarian still lives.
Icelandic cows (from which the tasty skyr is made) in front of the enormous Vatnajokull glacier.
On the glacier.
On a boat on the Jökulsárlón glacial lagoon
On an Icelandic horse.
An all around grand and fantastic vacation (when I read and listened to adult books only for a change!).