Iceland in Winter-Day 2


Y'all saw the picture above while we were on the trip. The caption basically explained that this is my life when I travel, kind of a mess but always memorable.  It's not always easy, it's not always "fun" or the stuff Instagram dreams are made of BUT it is always an adventure.

Somebody once said that the adventure starts when everything goes wrong-that can mean the ATM machine eats your only card Day 1 of a trip (Charley's in Peru), your stuff gets stolen (me, Phoenix), the airlines lose all of your luggage and don't find it for a few days (Iceland, both of us, the first go around), your new phone gets pick pocketed on the second day of your honeymoon with all of your reservation information and wedding pics on it so you catch and slam the big bastard who stole it in the Metro (me, Paris), and or the weather and wind simply kick the hell out of you for days on end (Iceland, round two). If nothing else, sometimes you just have to suck it up, take the beating, and admit that trauma on the road is better than tedium at home.

Day 2 in Iceland on this trip was one of those days. We overslept by a LOT-woke up at 11:15am when we were supposed to be out of the Airbnb by 11...keep in mind we've never slept past 9am in the entire time we've known each other. This meant no showers and busting wholesale ass to get out the door before we got yelled at in Icelandic. We chucked all of our stuff in the car, snatched up some more bomb pastries from the shop in the last pictures (Sandholt in Reykjavik) and booked it towards Fossatun. This area is known for trolls! Most people in Iceland still believe in trolls and fairies and such but when you start looking for them, you start seeing them. See if you can see the troll face in the rocks three pics down and then keep reading...





 The weather was awful and we couldn't really see where the falls were until we pulled off the road to see these weird little dome cabins. It turns out they're abandoned in winter-probably because the rain and slush are treacherous and it's so muddy it will suck your boot off your foot. As usual, we sucked it up and went exploring anyway. Turns out the falls are further down and face away from the road (a rarity in Iceland) but there's a whole troll complex of stories and histories and sculptures. When it got to the point we couldn't feel certain extremities and others started to burn and we were just generally drenched even through rain gear, we packed it in and headed to the largest hot springs in Europe...Deildartunguhver. Yeah, I can't say it either. It's the largest based on gallons emitted/size underground. This os NOT one you can get in or even stand close to. The water is regularly above 212 deg F. Steamy. And as with most of Icelandic water, smells like rotten eggs.



 We needed to warm up so we finally drove to our Airbnb cabin on a farm near Borganes. We creeped on someone through their front window while they were napping-we thought he was the owner of the cabin who was supposed to show us to it so we knocked...turns out he didn't speak ANY English and couldn't figure out why Charley was holding his dog...Charley has a thing with goldens. Like a big thing. He kind of just grunted and pointed towards a small cabin down the road next to his farm. Gotcha-THAT'S that cabin! Sorry for waking you up, sir. We made dinner, crawled in the natural hot tub on the deck, and spent most of the night looking for the aurora. Spoiler, we never saw it with all the clouds, rain and fog. Fun fact: Icelanders wear hats in the hot springs in winter because it's hella cold and who cares if your hair's showing. The water dries it out anyway. We followed suit. Now if we could have gotten out of the hot tub without bolting for the door back inside...




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