Steam swirls into fog in this otherworldly basin of chalky blue and black as I attempt to slowly lower myself into the water. It has not been a good week for me. My knee went out a few days before boarding a plane to Iceland, and I've been hobbling
Greater Reykjavík: The Bucket List
Trips around but outside the city limits of Reykjavík, including Hafnarfjörður, Mosfellsbær , Reykjanes Peninsula, and Hveragerði.
Tentative: In the illustrated dictionary of my imaginings, the word has a picture of me sitting between the Eurasian and North American continental plates, getting up the nerve to immerse myself in water that is 35 degrees Fahrenheit. I'm so ready
A few fillings remained in my teeth after my first ATV drive through the lava fields of southwest Iceland. So, despite that small mishap where I rear-ended the machine in front of me (oops!), I was ready to do it again a couple of days later. In
“Because it’s Sunday,” says Saga (pronounced Saya), swinging her long blonde plait as the minibus accelerates away from Reykjavik’s Hafnastraeti car park, “I have a treat for you. Candy!” She holds up a box of chunky-looking chocolate-covered