Today is my last day in Iceland.
But don’t worry, I’m leaving with a bang. On today’s list of awesomeness: Glaciers, black sand beaches, and waterfalls.
It’s a great time to be alive.
Enter Jökulsárlón, a glacial lake in Southeast Iceland, created by runoff from the Breiõamerkurjökull glacier. This lake is approximately 600 meters deep and is about 17 km/squared in size. Additionally, is is ridiculously beautiful.
Right? I was legitimately speechless. But wait, there’s more. All of the icebergs slowly but surely float out to the Northern Atlantic, drifting under a large bridge before making their grand voyage.
Some of them don’t quite make it all the way out to sea, and so they end up washed ashore, a collection of sparkling blue gems against a black sand beach.
Okay, okay, okay. That’s enough [I mean, there’s never enough]. Just one more, though.
[Tip: Bring very, very warm clothing to Iceland. It’s chilly there]
After losing our collective minds at the glacier lake and icebergs, Emily and I cranked up the seat warmers in our car and put the pedal to the metal. At this point, we were both aware that we had 4 hours of driving ahead of us and also that jet lag was starting to hit with full force. That early afternoon lull is a killer!
But then there was ice cream. It was a hostel that was also a dairy farm, and the ice cream was made on site. I got chocolate, Emily got dandelion.
Thankfully, we had MUTEMATH, Oh Honey, and Paper Route to keep us awake.
Upon arrival in Vik, we were immediately drawn to Reynisfjara beach, an expansive black sand beach with wheat-coated cliffs and basalt columns. It was stunning. The hike up to this viewpoint felt like being on a playground: Climb up, slide down.
[I took this photo surrounded by gulls, I think they wanted us to leave]
[We climbed up the peak on the left of this photo]
[I stood for quite some time, waiting for these basalt pillars to be free of climbers with selfie sticks. It was very entertaining]
Skógafoss, Europe’s largest waterfall, was the last “must-see” item on our checklist. It lived up to the hype. Pure power, the fall roared with water, and mist rose high into the air. The staircase on the right side (566 steps, we counted) gave a thigh-burning workout that was only sweetened by the view from the top.
Finally, we arrived back to Reykjavik, weary but exhilarated. Our hostel beds may be the most comfortable nights rest we’ve ever had.
Here’s a sunset to close out our time in Iceland:
This country has been jaw-dropping and inspirational in its natural beauty. I am immensely grateful for the opportunity to have spent a few days here.
Tomorrow morning we have an early flight to London, so xo for now.