I got on a plane and flew to Iceland, alone, in October. On the seven hour journey there I sat next to a woman who kept changing her clothes: shirts, socks, shoes. On the return flight home, five days later, there she was again, one row behind me, getting undressed. I have a feeling she spent her entire vacation adding and removing layers of clothing.The majority of Icelanders believe in elves. This gnome was preachin' outside a church near Vik. Almost every small town has a picturesque chapel.
The Northern Lights over Selfoss, Iceland. This was an awesome display, and I'm now a Northern Lights addict. I'm ready to travel the world in search of the best and brightest. I may have accidentally eaten one bite of a horse burger shortly after this photo was taken.
Oh, hello horses. Icelanders do enjoy eating horse...and sharks...and puffins. Once you get out of the city, there are lots of horses, and sheep, and....hopefully no one ate these guys.
Houses in Reykjavik. I spent a lot of time driving around the country, and not enough time exploring all the wonderful neighborhoods, shops, bars, and restaurants in town. Next time.
It was fascinating to see strollers lined up outside cafes. Babies slept bundled and cozy while their parents enjoyed coffee and lunch.
Rainbow waterfall selfie.