Iceland 2K13, it happened. It was magic and now I want to move there. I have an extremely serious crush on Iceland.
We managed to coincide our trip with Iceland Airwaves which meant seeing Reykjavik in a particularly glorious state. There was live music in every corner of Reykjavik even bookshops and hairdressers. If you were lucky you might have even stumbled across John Grant performing in a stairwell! (See!? Magic!) I fear I can’t do it justice with words, but I am going to give it a go… and then they say a picture’s worth a thousand.
Iceland, the land of heartbreaking natural beauty, vikings, folklore, invisible people, music, beautiful water, volcanos, coffee, puffins, whales and arctic turns.
We had roast lamb and sweet potato, Christmas drinks in November.
We smoked pipes and cigars on the balcony.
We chased the Northern Lights to the beach in pyjamas.
There were old friends and new friends, hilarity and conversations peppered with nostalgia, life, love and other difficulties.
Did I mention the Northern Lights? Yep. Saw them. Again, magic.
Oh… there’s also a penis museum!
A little bookshop gig.
Plenty of Sarah Lund’s jumpers to go around.
Nearing the Blue Lagoon.
This is it. I warn you, for a good forty-five minutes following prolonged exposure, you could’ve used my bright red face as a beacon to guide you in the night.
Even their lighting is beautiful.
Even their fire hydrants are friendly.
It was so lovely to be reunited with Hanna, the beautiful and friendly Icelandic!
That’s enough of my gushing. You have probably realised that you should go. So just go.