Þar sem jökulinn ber við loft hættir landið að vera jarðneskt, en jörðin fær hlutdeild í himninum, þar búa ekki framar neinar sorgir og þessvegna er gleðin ekki nauðsynleg, þar ríkir fegurðin ein, ofar hverri kröfu. — Halldór Laxness, Heimsljós
I spent a couple of weeks in Reykjavík in the summer of 2017, exploring the country during the weekends. My days comprised of coffee, bread, books, programming, conversations, hot dogs, naps, smelling roses, and the occasional exploration.
View of Reykjavík from Hallgrímskirkja, a curious looking Lutheran parish church
A game of Mexican Train at home
The Old Harbor area in Reykjavík
Croissants on display at Brauð & Co. in Reykjavík
Icelandic countryside
Sheeeeeeep ❤️
Iceland is quite expensive. I made myself a lot of sandwiches.
Wrecked DC-3 Plane on Sólheimasandur
Ominous clouds, on our way to Hvammstangi
Iñaki and Polly on our way to Hvammstangi, around 200 kilometers north of Reykjavík
Hraunfossar waterfalls
On our way to Hvammstangi
Dried Fish hanging in Hvammstangi
A coffee shop in Hafnarfjörður, around 10 kilometers from Reykjavík
Ígor, 73
I loved smelling the roses each time I left or returned to my apartment on Háteigsvegur
Looking across at Reykjavík through Reykjavíkurtjörn, not far from Alþingishúsið, or Althing, Iceland's national parliament, also the oldest legislature in the world that still exists.
Reykjavík Roasters on Brautarholt in the 105 (my neighborhood) became my second home
Kira
Doug, 77
The cat of Háteigsvegur 23
