The Icelandic word for goodbye is bless. I just love it. Our trip to Iceland was enriching and indeed a blessing.
The morning light shining through the clouds created a kind of magic with the reflection of the water that seemed like a cool…
The morning after our night in Akranes was foggy, a night after too much wine foggy. Despite the late night, we decided to get an early-ish start to our trip to the Snaefellsnes Penisula, in western Iceland.
I love this part of trips, and by part I mean all of it except the return home. The prior day in Iceland had been plain BEAUTIFUL, yet we still had tracks to leave in the snow.
When there is real work to do it seems we pray for snow days even as adults.