Reykjavik had always been a dream of mine, and the moment I set foot in Iceland, it felt truly magical—almost unreal. That night, close to midnight, the city was still alive with a soft, ethereal light, as if time itself had paused. It was one of those rare moments
After an afternoon exploring Skógafoss — and even catching a surprise marriage proposal! — we were heading back to Vík when we decided to take a little detour. We made our way to the base of Mýrdalsjökull, a glacier that quietly rests over a volcano. We sat on a bench to eat
During a quick stop by Castlegregory (Ireland), the sun lured us to have a look on Maharees Beach to contemplate the mountains of Dingle peninsula. Among surfers, horse riders and probably some other tourists, we stood there, silenced by the raw beauty of the Dingle mountains meeting the sea.
After nearly a week in Iceland, we had a mission: follow the locals’ tip to Vestmannaeyjar. Our brave little Suzuki Jimny—our rental, nicknamed “Matilda" — carried us out at dawn, but the gauge dipped and there was nowhere to fill up. The island plan faded, but the mountains took