It's been a quiet year on our blog... but it's been everything but quiet in our lives. 2016 was a challenging one for us in many ways, giving us one of our highest highs: our daughter Charlie, and one of our lowest lows: the sudden loss of Daniel's father. But back in June, before either one of these events rocked our world in completely opposite ways, there was a spontaneous trip. A trip we'd intended to take 5 years earlier for our honeymoon, but that we never got around to actually taking. It took a seat sale and our favourite motto: "Just Do It" (borrowed from Nike), to convince us, and before we knew it we were on our way to Iceland with our 2 year old son Max and my 7 month pregnant self. We rented an RV and planned a rough itinerary to take us all the way around the country in 7 days. We planned some stops, but mostly we planned to be surprised.
It's hard to describe this place, or this trip. The scenery, the fresh air, the adventure that allowed our little family to have... it was just so special.
We pet Icelandic horses on the side of the road... danced in front of waterfalls at midnight... skipped rocks on a lake reflected by an endless sunset sky... ran through smelly sulphuric clouds on an otherworldly geothermal field... drank glacier water straight from a river... watched the waves crash into bright blue icebergs... got our hands dirty with black sand (well, that was mostly Max)... ran halfway up a mountain in the pursuit of a herd of sheep (Max again)... soaked in a 100 year old pool surrounded by mountains... and again in a cliffside hot tub at midnight... and again in a geothermal pool in the rain...
This magical place gave our family of 3.5 exactly what we needed at that moment in our lives; solidified us and gave us a life-long priceless memory just before life threw some major changes and challenges our way. We can't wait to return when the kids are older and make some new memories in a land that now holds so much meaning to us.