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Yes, you might be surprised: my first trip to Iceland was back in July 1974. It’s been a little over 50 years since I first set foot on Icelandic soil. I was 23 years old. I was studying geography at the time, in that distant era.

Ah, Iceland and us—it’s a long story, or rather, a long wait... The first time we considered going was already 7-8 years ago, after reading travel journals describing breathtaking landscapes, countless active or dormant volcanoes, glaciers, and endless waterfalls with extraordinary flows.

Like many, Iceland has been a real love affair for me for many years now. My first trip was in February 2016, when there were five of us—including our three daughters, who were 1, 6, and 5 at the time. It was a very short stay with just one accommodation north of the capital.

We explored the south, from Vik to Grindavik, and of course, I was left wanting more.

So, I’m diving into the short story of our all-too-brief trip to Iceland at the end of April 2024. And even if it’s not the done thing, I’m gonna spoil it and start with the conclusion: it was amazing!!!