I still have not really processed my trip to Iceland in a couple of different ways. One, the photos. I am about halfway through. And two, mentally, when I left this virus was something very far away, while I was on the trip everything changed, and the day I can home, the world seemed to stop. I was not far off from being delayed there for a bit like actual minutes could have prevented me from making a flight, which would have meant I would be there when borders closed, and logistics became difficult. So since I have been back, it has been one thing after another, I missed out on that “after vacation glow.”
This is a shot taken with my drone, maybe 10 feet above the water looking back at the lighthouse I am standing next to. A beautiful spot on the western shore of the Snæfellsnes Peninsula. I miss it there, that spot, it was pure peace. We were on a road that no one in a regular car could get to. We had to hike a bit ourselves to get there, but once there, we were it. No one around, just these vast waves pushing into the rugged walls if Iceland, while a Snæfellsjökull, a 700,000-year-old glacier-capped stratovolcano stood in the clouds behind us.