My third and final day in Iceland was packed with adventure: waterfalls, glaciers, volcanoes and Icelandic horses–so naturally I decided to end my three days of nonstop fun with a relaxing sunset soak in Iceland’s famous Blue Lagoon. But first, the adventure.
I spent the day driving the southern coast of Iceland, with Vik as my turnaround town. My first stop? Skogafoss, the beautifully symmetrical waterfall that had earned many a double tap on my Instagram feed. I was stoked to experience the power and grandeur in person.
Down the road, I made an impromptu stop to visit with some Icelandic horses, and then continued down to the black sand beach of Reynishverfi, where I meandered past the basalt columns and into the small caves carved into the mountain. Puffin nests dotted the cliffs, and beyond the beach two jagged pillars (or trolls frozen by the sun) stood tall above the cold gray sea.
Vik was the next stop. The little town was picturesque and the black sand beach, though windy, offered a great view from the other side of the pillars.
Heading back toward Reyjkavik, I stopped at the base of Eyjafjallajökull, the internationally impossible-to-say volcano famous for its eruption in 2010 that interrupted air travel throughout Europe. The glacier there was blackened in a thick coat of ash. It was also quickly melting. I sat for a while by the lagoon and listened to the ice break and hiss as it melted into liquid.
My final stop was Seljalandsfoss, a tall waterfall with a perfectly carved out cavern behind it. Walking along the perimeter of the waterfall, I got drenched–but it was worth it to catch a behind-the-scenes perspective of the waterfall. Rainbows glimmered where the waterfall crashed into the pool. I’m glad I saved the best for last.
After such a long day (nine hours in total), I was soo ready for a warm soak at the Blue Lagoon. I took full advantage of the buckets of mud around the lagoon, spending hours in the milky water. I emerged rested and rejuvenated just as the sun was sinking below the horizon. . . around midnight.
Next stop, Paris!
–The Wandering Alligator