Holy mother of god, I’ve fallen hard. Swept clear off my feet and flying high, wanderlusting. Iceland – you are one beautiful b*tch.
Since it no longer coincides with E’s work schedule, we’ve regrettably had to cancel our Thanksgiving trip to Paris. While we are both trying to be upbeat and find the positives – it’ll be nice to take a break from constant traveling, we can have a real Thanksgiving meal with our families this year or a quiet, cozy one alone in our new city – I’d be unconvincingly lying to you if I didn’t admit I’m a little bummed. I’ve been to Paris once before but E has never visited and for months I’ve been daydreaming through all the romantic clichéd moments that only Paris (…and Venice) can actually deliver without disappointment – jaunts through the gardens at Versailles, morning cappuccino at patisseries, late-night walks home along the Seine sporting wine-stained lips. But then…
To cheer ourselves up, we began discussing our next adventure. I mentioned how I kept coming across these incredible photos from Iceland. E was surprised since he had never considered the country before but, coincidentally, had recently spoken with an old friend that vacationed there and had nothing but rave reviews. This prompted some quick research this weekend… and now there is no going back. Iceland is my lover.
The diverse environments are incredible. Glaciers, geysers, waterfalls, caves, meadows (sheep! ponies!), mountains, volcanoes, lava fields, black beaches. Surreal. Haunting.
Wanderlust? More like, Wanderporn. Top of our destination picks for 2013.