This past weekend, Grandma Massey, Mom, the boys and I went along the south coast (Going East). Our destination: The Ice Lagoon. Along majestic fog-tipped mountain, past massive glaciers, through endless volcanic fields turned into black sand from the now-retreated glaciers pressure, we drove, admiring Iceland's continuous beauty that never fails to amaze me. Finally, the cloudy night overtook the sky and we found a little cabin guesthouse to stay in. After tons of laughs and craziness from being so tired, we gradually got tucked into our beds. Sleeping that night was something I didn't think I'd be able to do, because everywhere surrounding me was black darkness. I couldn't see my hand passing in front of my face, even with the small window by my bed. With the fog, there was no moon to be seen, no stars to twinkle; Just utter night and a looming mountain behind me.
Morning took us off, and we drove another rainy, foggy day with the ocean at our right and the forever gigantic Icelandic cliffs at our left. I fell asleep to the soft rthymn of the car purring and the green land speeding by. Suddenly, I was awoken either by the stop in motion, or by Mom's excited voice. We all got out and I didn't know what I was looking for as I continued to climb this hill before me, but it sure wasn't anything to what I saw. Close to the Ice Lagoon, we'd stopped at the edge of a pure glacial lake/river full of clean, bright blue icebergs of all shapes and sizes. I ran and ran along the edge of the deep teal waters, reaching for the next beautiful ice sculpture a little further along the way. Soon I had to stop, and we were laughing and screaming in delight. It was so amazing! The colour was spectacular, I couldn't believe its vibrance! Usually I took the pictures, but I just couldn't with the unique scene layed out in front of me. There was even one iceberg that looked like a triangle, and at the top, on its point, there was a small piece of ice balanced perfectly. I kept waiting for it to tip and crash into the near-freezing waters. Sometimes you would hear a deep thundering that sounded like it was coming from a far off; it was chunks falling from the icebergs, plundering from gravity and its own weight. Once we even saw a seal, poking its tiny little head from the water before sinking back down to do what seals do. That was my second seal that I'd seen, both times being in Iceland. The first time was on the beach in front of our apartment; I was biking along with Grandma on a bike tour or Reykjavik. It was laying on its back in the water, just chilling out. Cute little thing. :)
Anyways, after we stopped to view the awe-worthy icebergs, we drove a little further to the most stunning beach I've ever seen. It was, if possible, more astonishing than the glacier lake we'd just seen. Here I run past a section of perfectly smooth green and purple stones, to find fine black sand, glittered and spotted with sharp or smooth pieces of crystal clear ice, washed up on the shore. The contrast was yin and yang, gorgeous in the natural way that only God could make. Further out, pieces of iceberg, too big to come up on the beach, crashed against the powerful waves of the sea. Some of the pieces rocked back and forth, booming against eachother with each huge collision of a wave. There was no serenity, but a loud ocean thundering that just felt like a force, angry at the beach. Sometimes when I think of just how majestic Iceland is, I think that it was a creation made on a day that God felt like just being super creative. Canada feels like a country He put together, while here it seems like it's a painting made with passionate strokes and then when He finished, He breathed into it, making it alive. Iceland truly is one of Gods greatest pieces of art, and that is a genuine fact.
I left with an adrenaline rush of the power from the black beach and the icebergs fueling me. Before heading back home along the south coast, we stopped in a little town on the east to get something to eat. Grandma, Mom and I started talking to the lady owning the store; everyone is so friendly here. Somehow, we got on the topic of working here: Grandma definitely wants to come back to Iceland, maybe work as a care-aid at a local old folks home, and I've been thinking of working at a farm here during the summer when I'm in college, with the four-month summers. She gave me a newspaper for all the farmers where I can put up ad advertisement when I'm ready to work. Actually being legit about this. I think it would be a great experience, and an awesome way to work in the summer. Plus, I'd be able to come back to my favourite place on Earth (exept for home, of course).
Now we're home and back to daily life of school and town in Reykjavik. Weather hasn't been too nice, but maybe Friday we'll be able to see the Northern Lights; it's suppost to be clear from clouds on Friday. The Reykjavik International Film Festival has started today, where they premiere new movies from all over the work. Pieces of art, new and upcoming directors and actors. Supposively it's a big thing around here, with tons of films every night. They're all educational too, full of the different histories and cultures of the world. We'll see what kind of events they have going on...
Wrapped in a cocoon of Icelandic awe,
Lexie <3
Morning took us off, and we drove another rainy, foggy day with the ocean at our right and the forever gigantic Icelandic cliffs at our left. I fell asleep to the soft rthymn of the car purring and the green land speeding by. Suddenly, I was awoken either by the stop in motion, or by Mom's excited voice. We all got out and I didn't know what I was looking for as I continued to climb this hill before me, but it sure wasn't anything to what I saw. Close to the Ice Lagoon, we'd stopped at the edge of a pure glacial lake/river full of clean, bright blue icebergs of all shapes and sizes. I ran and ran along the edge of the deep teal waters, reaching for the next beautiful ice sculpture a little further along the way. Soon I had to stop, and we were laughing and screaming in delight. It was so amazing! The colour was spectacular, I couldn't believe its vibrance! Usually I took the pictures, but I just couldn't with the unique scene layed out in front of me. There was even one iceberg that looked like a triangle, and at the top, on its point, there was a small piece of ice balanced perfectly. I kept waiting for it to tip and crash into the near-freezing waters. Sometimes you would hear a deep thundering that sounded like it was coming from a far off; it was chunks falling from the icebergs, plundering from gravity and its own weight. Once we even saw a seal, poking its tiny little head from the water before sinking back down to do what seals do. That was my second seal that I'd seen, both times being in Iceland. The first time was on the beach in front of our apartment; I was biking along with Grandma on a bike tour or Reykjavik. It was laying on its back in the water, just chilling out. Cute little thing. :)
Anyways, after we stopped to view the awe-worthy icebergs, we drove a little further to the most stunning beach I've ever seen. It was, if possible, more astonishing than the glacier lake we'd just seen. Here I run past a section of perfectly smooth green and purple stones, to find fine black sand, glittered and spotted with sharp or smooth pieces of crystal clear ice, washed up on the shore. The contrast was yin and yang, gorgeous in the natural way that only God could make. Further out, pieces of iceberg, too big to come up on the beach, crashed against the powerful waves of the sea. Some of the pieces rocked back and forth, booming against eachother with each huge collision of a wave. There was no serenity, but a loud ocean thundering that just felt like a force, angry at the beach. Sometimes when I think of just how majestic Iceland is, I think that it was a creation made on a day that God felt like just being super creative. Canada feels like a country He put together, while here it seems like it's a painting made with passionate strokes and then when He finished, He breathed into it, making it alive. Iceland truly is one of Gods greatest pieces of art, and that is a genuine fact.
I left with an adrenaline rush of the power from the black beach and the icebergs fueling me. Before heading back home along the south coast, we stopped in a little town on the east to get something to eat. Grandma, Mom and I started talking to the lady owning the store; everyone is so friendly here. Somehow, we got on the topic of working here: Grandma definitely wants to come back to Iceland, maybe work as a care-aid at a local old folks home, and I've been thinking of working at a farm here during the summer when I'm in college, with the four-month summers. She gave me a newspaper for all the farmers where I can put up ad advertisement when I'm ready to work. Actually being legit about this. I think it would be a great experience, and an awesome way to work in the summer. Plus, I'd be able to come back to my favourite place on Earth (exept for home, of course).
Now we're home and back to daily life of school and town in Reykjavik. Weather hasn't been too nice, but maybe Friday we'll be able to see the Northern Lights; it's suppost to be clear from clouds on Friday. The Reykjavik International Film Festival has started today, where they premiere new movies from all over the work. Pieces of art, new and upcoming directors and actors. Supposively it's a big thing around here, with tons of films every night. They're all educational too, full of the different histories and cultures of the world. We'll see what kind of events they have going on...
Wrapped in a cocoon of Icelandic awe,
Lexie <3