Iceland: The Journey Begins (Day 0)

‘The Journey Begins’

I had many thoughts going through my head as I boarded my rather short 7-hour flight to Keflavik International Airport in Iceland. Was I really going to Iceland for the second time in one year? It was only last April that I visited the mysterious island by myself for several days. I had made an effort to not plan a single thing in hopes that I would just stumble upon an adventure. Luckily, friends were easy to make and I had a great time during my short stay. It wasn’t until the last day that I realized seeing the Blue Lagoon and the Golden Circle wasn’t enough. A student I had met in the hostel was telling me about the various cities she had discovered during her weeklong stay in Iceland. With curious intent, I jotted down the names of these places as she described them to me in detail. I had hoped to come back to this unique country one day but little did I know I would find myself back here a year later. 

Throughout the months after my first visit, I started to read books and various travel blogs on Iceland. I came across a photographer on Instagram who frequently travels to Iceland and the nearby Faroe Islands. Every picture he posted looked epic. I had to go to these places one day. 'Screenshot'

Hekla Aurora. Painted to resemble the Northern Lights (Photo: Icelandair)

Hekla Aurora. Painted to resemble the Northern Lights (Photo: Icelandair)

Whether it’s waiting until the deadline of something or leaving my house to the airport 60 minutes before my flight takes off, I enjoy the pressure of doing things last minute. I don’t know why that’s the case, I just enjoy certain things in life that way. It’s that feeling of not really knowing if you’re going to make it that excites me. Keeps things interesting. This trip to Iceland was planned just a few days before I stepped foot on the plane. My good buddy Jonn told me he was headed out to the middle of the North Atlantic Ocean and I just had to join him. I packed my duffel bag with a few things and booked my one-way ticket out there. The rest of the journey was planned on the go.

I truly love flying on Iceland Air. Maybe it’s because they have such kind people working the flights or that once you board that Boeing 757 and they close the door, you know that the next time you get off that plane, you’ll be transported to another planet (or at least that’s how I like to think of it). Because this trip was planned on such short notice, I didn’t have much time to really let everything sink in beforehand. Usually, you book a trip and save it on your calendar, patiently waiting day by day until you can board that flight to your vacation. My brain was confused mid-flight. “Are we really going back to the land of fire and ice?” “Yes Brain, we are landing in Iceland in 3 hours and 43 minutes. Suit up!”