Rain, rain, and more rain. Waking at 3 am, confused by the lighting, thinking it was breakfast time. Jostling through the crowded grocery store, hearing Icelandic and understanding not a single word. Eating as much skyr as my stomach could handle, and devouring bags of chocolate covered raisins we picked up at the gas stations. We drove and drove, dodging sheep and seeing mist, fog, and soil in colors that didn’t seem natural.
Right now I find myself so engulfed in nostalgia for going elsewhere that my mind is constnatly dredging up memories. How tired, completely wiped out we were, after driving 12 hours all the way from Hafnarfjordur to Hofn and back in one day. We picked up hitchhikers, stopped and saw icebergs, listened to sea birds, sunk our feet in black, warm sand, and escaped a fast coming high tide while wandering in some rocks.
In my dream world I go back for several months, living out of a car, exploring and photographing this magnificent country more.