Welcome to Ísland. The big, tiny island of fire and ice, and a language impossible for the non-Scandinavian tongue to pronounce. (Ísland, as Iceland is spelled in it’s native tongue, is pronounced Eess-lahnd–by far the easiest word out of the entire language other than “yes”, “Yá” (yow), and “no”, “nei” (nay). Try saying Ejyafjallajökull (Ey-ya-fyat-la-yu-kutl) or Þíngvellír (thing-vet-leerr). Yeah… that’s what I thought.)
We spent eight days in this barren, rugged, indescribably beautiful land, and we left indelibly changed, wanting more, needing more.
Here is just a snippet of the many things we saw and did.
More to come.
All photos taken by and Copyright © Mae Lu for thereafterish., all rights reserved.