Day 1 of our Europe trip! Hello from Iceland 🙂
We landed at 4 a.m. in Keflavik but couldn’t check in to our AirBnB until noon, so we just slept in the airport until 11. Apparently you’re not supposed to stay after your flight, so the customs lady got mad at us. Oops.
We finally made it to our AirBnB in Reykjanesbær, a group of three smaller cities right next to the airport. On one of the brochures on the airplane, they talked about the Danish/Norwegian word “hygge.” It basically represents the concept of coziness in many Scandinavian countries, and, judging by our AirBnB, Iceland has it down to an art. We knocked out pretty much immediately.
We managed to drag ourselves out of bed late in the afternoon and decided to go out exploring in the town. Surprisingly, it wasn’t too cold, even for a couple of Californians like ourselves. And there was so. much. snow. So much. Cue instant transformation into three year olds because what else would happen when two people from California finally encounter seasons?
Seriously, a country where you can go skiing in your own front yard?! Clearly we’ve been doing it wrong driving five hours up a mountain and paying hundreds of dollars to go skiing.
And the gorgeous half-frozen ponds. I was so tempted to go touch the ice or shove Li towards them, so not doing so was my attempt at maturity for the day.
After a few (read: many) stops to jump around in the snow, we finally made it to the Viking World museum, documenting the explorations of Leif Eriksson and other vikings as they sailed to the New World. This boat that they had on display was completely made by hand by a local after the style of old viking ship ruins. Crazy, huh?
By the time we left, the sun was starting to set so we made a quick run to the grocery store for some dinner. Unfortunately, I lost my sunglasses along the way. On the second time I wore them. This is why I can’t buy myself nice things.
Our grocery store haul. There’s nothing quite like cup noodles after a day out in the snow. Probably because one of the few times my mom would let me eat them was when we spent a snowy vacation in Yosemite and had cup noodles for breakfast every day. That’s what “hygge” is all about, right?