Iceland weather is surprisingly similar to Vancouver’s weather. A few days before I arrived, a huge storm rolled through, which has meant rain, wind and cold ever since.
How the other travelers are responding: “OMG its so cold, we should rent a car and travel around in the warm.”
Me: “Crap, Vancouver weather followed me here 😑”
Suffice it to say I still feel like I’m in Vancouver, minus the whole not-being-able-to-understand-the-local-language (though there are so many foreign languages in Vancouver, sometimes I felt that way there too.)
Above: Iceland’s Olympic training center, located a few blocks away from my hostel. Found while wondering in the rain before I could check into my hostel.
P.S. Dad – I’m cold, but still alive.