At some point after our failed Christmas trip, we thought it would be a good idea to spend 36 hours in Reykjavik and Thingvellir National Park.
You know, for a weekend.
Not even a long weekend. Just…an ordinary one.
This was in no way a bad idea.
You may know that I fell in love with Iceland whilst I was in law school. It was all because of this silly Washington Post article about the public pools.
I love water; I love baths. When in doubt, I run to the nearest body of water. That strategy has never failed me. And when I finally went to Iceland, the water did not disappoint.
Nor did the water disappoint on this quick trip.
To everything there is a season, and a time. And it was time for me to go back to Iceland.
And sometimes, one just needs to rinse off some bad memories; one needs the cool, jagged, volcanic moonscape of a familiar and foreign place. So that was what we did; that was where we went.
And really, that’s what my life is like. It’s all just sort-of wonderfully jagged and strange.