As we near our destination, my heart begins to race, thoughts and emotions flood my mind. Am I ready for this? (I can do this, I can do this.) What are people back home doing? Where are the people on the plane going? Do they know we're going to the most magical place on earth? How was American Horror Story? I keep anxiously looking to the lady to the left of me, so lucky to get the window seat, only to close the shade. WHATTYA OUT OF YOUR DAMN MIND? Whatever. Again, the thought 'am I ready for this' swipes back and forth through my thought process as I keep asking myself silly questions. CAN I do this? I wanna go home... No, no, Mia... this is all you've ever wanted.
Truly preparing myself to walk off this plane and into a realm I've never been in has started to rattle my bones. I'm a small town girl with big world thoughts... I know at the end of the day, this is exactly what I asked for, exactly what I wanted, and as soon as I see the landscapes from the my dreams, it'll all be worth it.
Our airplane was adorable. We were greeted with a bottle of Icelandic water, and each seat had a little phrase or fun fact about Iceland. In the seat was a blanket and a pillow with an Icelandic lullaby. Seriously, these people do it right.
We have less than an hour 'til we descend. I'm equally nervous and excited. I want a dang cigarette like no other. Oh shoot, it's gonna be cooooold. I try to stop thinking, put on some tunes, and drown out. I immediately turn on the band that inspired me to come here, (probably cheesy) but as soon as I do, relief strikes me. I remember exactly why I'm doing this. Not only for those beautiful landscapes but for this pure peaceful, blissful feeling I find inside of me sometimes. For the people, the music, even the discomfort, ALL of it. I know why I'm here, in this moment, sitting on a plane in the middle of the night, leaving a life behind. I remember, and that peaceful feeling fills my entire stomach up to my throat.
THIS is IT.
Only 35 minutes til landing.
We arrived! WE DID IT! We made it to Iceland. After collecting our things, we wander around the cutest little airport and stop for some coffee. It was different from American coffee... I think the creamer was already in it, but I have no freaking idea. Dealing with the currency is going to be awkward, because as the cashier tells me my total, completely baffled, I throw down a bunch of coins and ask "Is this enough?" It wasn't, so I hand him a larger bill.. he gives me a bunch of coins back, and we're off.
We purchase our bus tickets, and a man helps us with our way too heavy backpacks, tells us what stop to get off, and lets us on the bus.
Nothing feels real.
As we begin our bus ride to Reykjavik, we are hit with complete disbelief. If it was just Mel and I on the bus, I imagine we probably would have been screeching and making weird girly noises of excitement. I can't even figure out where to fixate my eyes, because everywhere I look is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. The way the clouds lightly dust the mountains, the way the sun is trying so hard to peek through the grey sky. It's overcast, but it doesn't matter one bit... It only adds to the beauty. The terrain is a mixture of twenty different greens and yellows scattered with these big rocks. Seriously- even the rocks are beautiful. Everywhere you look are mountains in the distance, climbing atop one another, the view changing every single second. To the left of me, tons of water. Minutes later, the city is in sight and we're hit with more excitement. Our bus halts, and the same man gives us directions to where we're staying. It was a short walk, but a bit of a tough trek with the backpacks on. I can't even describe how happy I am not to be carrying that thing right now. We're couch surfing with our new friend Sindri. He laughed at us when we told him the drive here was so beautiful because according to him, the drive from the airport to here is NOTHING compared to what else this place has to offer. Jokes on me, I guess.
We chat with Sindri until he goes to work, which brings us to the present moment.
I DEFINITELY BELIEVE IN THE ELVES. (If you were a majestic creature, you would live here.)
There's a bunch of subway restaurants. Gag.
But no walmarts or mcdonalds! YES!
It's NOT that cold.
Everyone here is SO nice.
People don't lock their doors here.
I'm in heaven.