Okay, so I’m not technically in Iceland anymore (sadly), although I am certainly a lot warmer now than I was before I left. Maybe that’s just because fifty degrees feels sweltering compared to the thirty-or-so I was getting in Reykjavik? Anyway. Pictures!

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This is the first thing I saw when we stepped off the plane in Keflavik Airport. The typical Icelanders in their typical Icelandic style. Needless to say, I was intimidated.

I’M RICH. Or I was. For a second. In Iceland. But not really, because this bill is worth around $45ish. But hey, one can dream.

The Blue Lagoon! It was so pretty and milky and warm and wonderful and sulfury and we covered ourselves in mud and apparently I looked super weird and what are commas?

Our first dinner: traditional Icelandic ramen. Haha.

LOOK AT THE COLORS.

Checkin’ out those geysers…

Posing next to the geysers…

This is the Little Geyser. Old Geyser, the big one, was hard to capture in a photograph, but believe me when I say that it was big. Twenty feet across, spouts twenty meters high, and it looks really cool on video. I’ll show you later, Mom.

All the sweaters! In all the stores!

Erin being cute next to Gullfoss (Golden Waterfall)

Gulfoss itself. This baby was huge, and a double-decker, to boot.

The winding path up to the look-out. These are the kinds of roads I have nightmares about where my Dad accidentally drives over the edge.

Ignore my grumpy-looking travel buddies. They were happy, I promise! (Although they were maybe non-plussed with our sandwich-only diet.) Just look at the colors! Also, an Icelandic joke via our tour guide: “What do you do if you get lost in a forest in Iceland?” “You just stand up!” (Note the tiny trees.)

The church of Reykjavik. This place was weird, man.

And I mean weird. It was extremely, extremely, EXTREMELY modern, art included. There was also a man playing the organ in there, and it was a beautiful organ, but he was playing music that reminded me less of church and more of a haunted house.

The view from the top of the church! (Plus, the ticket-counter lady thought I was fourteen, so I only had to pay 100 crowns instead of 800. Ha!)

Coffee break (:

Graffiti! And Tessa!

That on the left there is an Icelandic troll penis. True story.

Read this, if you have the time. You won’t regret it. It’s a declaration from the man with the world’s largest recorded penis. I just can’t. I can’t even.

Reykjavik’s viking ship monument thing. Look how beautiful it is! This was taken on our “city day,” where we didn’t have any tours or travel planned.

Saturday was a different story. We were up before the sun and got back well after it went to bed. No regrets.

Seljalandsfoss! And Abbi!

This was the waterfall you could walk all the way around, and this is a view from behind it! It is also the “Elsa’s powers” waterfall (see three posts ago), but it’s kind of hard to see it in a still shot.

The Icelandic sheep! Way too cute!

Me poking Tessa’s head. She didn’t even notice.

Skógafoss. So pretty. So big. So wonderful. So wet. The three of us (Abbi, Tessa and I) braved the waters for some photoshoots on the nice cameras that aren’t my cell phone. Nobody else went that close!

Drama.

ICE. I can’t. It was too beautiful. This is Jökulsárlón, or Glacier Lagoon. Three different glacier trails fed into this pond of beauty. We almost lost a few appendages while enjoying the view, but we couldn’t stand to stay inside.

Look how little Tessa is among all the wonders in the world!

This is the beach across the way with the black sand created by glacier-ground lava rock. And it just had chunks of ice sitting along the shore that had washed up from some icebergs. Like what the heck?! How does that ever happen ever anywhere?! Why is life so beautiful?!

Our last day. (‘:     We packed, hit up a coffee shop, and then stopped at this little hot dog stand for lunch. The picnic tables even had hot dog holders. Tehe. So yummy.

Look closely at the flight schedule. Three of the four of us had flights that went straight home. And by home, I mean Home home. Seattle home. We all stared longingly before boarding for Copenhagen.

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Don’t get me wrong, I’m glad to be here. Copenhagen is beautiful, but I just saw a news report of the crazy Halloween people who live down the street from me back in the States, and it made me a little nostalgic for the over-the-topedness that is The Holidays in America. What will I do without ABC Family’s The 25 Days of Christmas? Or ABC Family’s The Countdown to the 25 Days of Christmas?! I may die. We’ll see. At least it’s starting to look like I will be having two Thanksgivings while I’m here, so that should be fun. (:

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Happy now, Mom?

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Venlig hilsen/ best regards,

Lizzy-wa