Iceland is the kind of place that you have to see to believe. Like that of a dreamland or fairytale creation, its insurmountable beauty only winks at you from afar as she offers fleeting glimpses into the soul of the island.
With an unparalleled array of ever-changing landscapes, you could spend a lifetime among the rocks and waterfalls and never know all her secrets. So surely seven days meant we barely touched the surface. Yet, seven days was more than enough to be rendered powerless against the forces of wonder and charm laid out before us. Fields of lava rocks covered in spongy green moss. Blue lagoons and hot springs infused with ancient powers of healing. Quiet villages tucked away in the mountains’ shadows. Rumbling volcanoes, glaciers and seaside cliffs. With every turn of the road, a new breathtaking view opened up to us - a traveler and photographer’s dream.
On the third night of our Ring Road adventure we journeyed into Seydisfjordur, a small town hidden away on the northeast part of the island. After a full day of feasting upon magnificent sights, we finally made it to the top of a windy ridge where the town could be seen below. A long and windy road lay before us, engulfed in indescribable beauty that took shape in glistening waterfalls, shades of green, snowcapped mountains and rolling hills. And there, down near the fjord, the charming town beckoned to us. With the golden sun fading behind the mountains, we found ourselves toasting in silence - for no words could be found - to this land of enchantment that would forever hold our hearts.
