Snow dusts the top of the great mountain and the wind howls something fierce. Air whistles and screams through the chimney as the gusts blow sheets of rain. Waves of water move sideways in the grey world outside. Grateful to spend this dreary Saturday morning in my pajamas, sheltered behind these thick panes of glass, I thought I’d share some recent snapshots from around Reykjavik.
With cold air on my neck and a drizzle of rain on my cheeks, I spent the end of September tooling around Reykjavik with a visitor, a dear old friend. One of our first outings, of course, was to the famed Blue Lagoon where we soaked in the hot, steamy water . Bliss.
In town we climbed to the top of the highest church, drank too much delicious coffee, and admired eccentric Iceland.
Then we headed to the southwest, past the famous Eyjafjallajokul volcano (a name I can finally pronounce!) On the black sand beach of Vik we climbed among the basalt columns and snuck into a gloomy cave while the fierce waves crashed at our feet.
Turning inland, we drove to our first glacier. As we hiked onto the icy surface, we laughed as we slipped every which way. What kind of a crazy place was this? A glacier!
On our return to Reykjavik, we stopped at two waterfalls. Hiking behind the second fall, we were drenched from the mist and charmed by the ancient turf homes beside it.
Oh Iceland, you are charming in autumn.