I came home from three and a half weeks in Iceland just over a week ago.
What a trip! What a country!
I’ve never been anywhere where the violence that shaped the landscape is so overt.
It’s a landscape of volcanoes (active and otherwise, at least two overdue for an eruption), of glaciers and snow, of highland deserts, of waterfalls, of geothermal areas where black mudpots boil and boiling water bursts out of the ground…utterly amazing.
Also Icelandic horses, many many sheep, gorgeous wildflowers, and birds everywhere.
Lava from a 1973 eruption on the Westmann Islands
The people are friendly, and most speak English.
I learned how to say “Góðin taggin” (good day) and “Takk fyrir” (thank you) and “Bless” (goodbye).
I even learned how to pronounce “Eyafjallajökull” the volcano that erupted in 2010 and disrupted international air traffic because of the huge clouds of ash.
Oh yes, and I took over 1100 photos.
First tour was the south coast.
House Buried In The Ash
A few photos, with captions.
The glacier at the foot of the volcano Eyafjallajokull
Horses Running From Ash When Eyafjallajokull Erupted In 2010