Why Iceland? In my childhood years, when I traveled to faraway places by pointing my index finger on a map and let my imagination run wild what the place might look like, I found Iceland with its large big bluish spots marking glaciers, and volcanoes with alien sounding names fascinating. A lot of time had passed since then and ever since I got freedom to travel, thanks to both a regime change and reaching adulthood, going there did not really cross my mind until a friend of mine visited. At that time, I had a one year old and a move to California to worry about, and let the thought of the icy place lapse again. That was until more than ten years later when my wife scheduled a trip there to a conference. It would be just one week, but this time the northern stars were in my future.
I was preoccupied with planning a repeat of my adventure in the eastern Sierra from a year earlier, a mountaineering trip on which I eventually wimped out (or did I just prefer wine tasting with my father-in-law?), that I did not finish planning the trip to Iceland until I got on the plane from San Francisco to NYC. In this age of instant access to information, reviews, and visuals of any place on the planet from anywhere, I still appreciate not overplanning trips and leaving a bit to improvisation and to whatever strikes my fancy at the time. Lonely Planet, like many times, was my friend and along with it a few links I grabbed online. By the time we boarded the plane for the second leg of our trip to Reykjavik at JFK in New York, I had pretty much decided on the itinerary. You are welcome to come along for the ride.
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