Iceland -A Must See

When I first decided to go to Iceland, it was really just because I thought ‘Oh! That would be cool!!’ I didn’t know anything about the country, it just seemed like a cool place to say I’ve been. Now, a little over 24 hrs after I came to this country, I am already planning my return trip.

Since I was coming to Iceland just to be able to brag that I had been here, I didn’t do much planning before my arrival. This was probably the biggest mistake I have made so far for EuroTrip 2016. If I had planned, I could have gone to some of the natural hot springs which require a car or a travel company. But since I didn’t plan, I am unfortunately going to have to wait until my next trip to experience these.

Thankfully one of the first things I did was look into a good company to go see the Northern Lights with (which I will be doing tomorrow). If all goes according to plan, it should be amazing! (I’ll post tomorrow about how it goes). And thankfully I am 100% okay with wondering around and randomly finding cool things like the Indian Ambassador’s house (see the tab that says ‘Instagram’ if this comment confuses you), so I don’t feel like I wasted my first day. I also learned from my mistake – today, the second day, I took a self-guided tour of Reykjavik which allowed me to explore all the random things I would normally attempt to explore. Even better – my firey red lion’s mane (literally, the wind today fluffed it into a half-afro and I looked like Simba most of the day) had people mistaking me for an Islander since I basically looked like a Nordic god (not goddess. God. My hair made me look like a man. Or a lion. Depends on if you were thinking Simba or Thor.)

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A selfie of me from today.

The one thing I didn’t particularly like (though I totally understand) – there are few to no English translations. For example, at Harpa – a very beautiful opera house that is a tourist hotspot – half the exhibits were only in Icelandic. For a country where tourism makes up about 70% of employment, this doesn’t totally make sense to me. But it is the natural price you must pay when you travel to a country whose native language is not your own – not everyone will be able to speak your foreign language, and not every place will cater to your language needs. So I accepted and dealt with it (thank god hand gestures are universal and pictures speak a thousand words!)

 

P.S. Dad – I’m still alive.

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