By now, you’ve hopefully indulged in the first two segments of our Icelandic story:
If you’re here now, then really it’s just time to wrap this story up with a little Vik magic, some Icelandic history at the Folk Museum, Icelandic Horses, and an indulgent stay at the Blue Lagoon. This was the culmination of all our travels and felt like an earned rest time. But first, I ventured solo out to go discover the wonder of the giant basalt columnar formations by the sea. It was a magical trek to visit the Reynisdrangar, the wild rocks that are said to have been two trolls dragging a ship out to see, frozen in time. Then nearby, the Reynisfjall basalt columns against a black sand beach. All a dream, I could wander here for ages. Of course, making sure to escape before high tide!
So I mentioned that after indulging my eyeballs at the folk museum, I ventured solo out to go explore the area where the giant basalt columnar formations get wild by the sea. Scott just wanted some down-time naptime which has proven to be a good point for us to have a break from each others’ company. When traveling together for weeks on end, breaks are a GOOD idea.
Suffice to say, it was a magical trek to visit the Reynisdrangar, the wild rocks that are said to have been two trolls dragging a ship out to sea, frozen in time. The giant empty beaches are something else. Utterly magical, and not a soul in sight. Which is pretty consistently the case for everywhere in Iceland. Nearby, the Reynisfjall basalt columns stood tall against the black sand beach. Alas, the tide was already rolling in and I didn’t feel too safe actually going in and exploring the caves, so you get just the view from afar.
Now I have to mention this pit-stop because it was lamb heaven. This little wee family of lambs was in an ancient graveyard by the side of the road. Good god, y’all. This is Iceland.
And with that, our final view of Vik. Tiny and big all at once. Full of magic. Onward, to the horses!
Who could resist the opportunity to go horseback riding on a true Icelandic horse? NOT US! So yeah… we went ahead and went for it. And after we got all horse-smelly and sweaty and giddy on life, we concluded, maybe we’d earned a hot tub soak in the magic of the Blue Lagoon.
Everyone knows this is a tourist hotspot, however I’m happy to report that it doesn’t make it any less magical. The Blue Lagoon is everything it’s cracked up to be. Wonderous surreal magic, and all that wonky Iceland mud does wonders for your skin. The perfect way to end our Icelandic journey before heading to Norway. Cheers, Iceland. We love you!