A Reflective Reykjavik Night Under Iceland’s Summer Skies

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It’s a late June evening as I take another spoonful of my Blueberry Skyr, a creamy substance that looks and feels like yoghurt, only Icelanders make it better.  While looking out my hotel window that faces Reykjavik’s harbor, I can’t imagine another place I’d rather be or anything else I’d rather be doing.


I had just come from an environment where they talked about start-ups and new business ventures at an event hosted at HARPA and was suddenly thrown into one where they talked about fish, thermal baths and spiritual retreats in the countryside and hikes in the north that would soon would leave me both speechless and breathless. Taking in the weathered ship in all its ancient glory, I smile in quiet knowingness and nothingness all in the same breath.

My Skyr cup is now empty and using an underhand maneuver, I toss it in the bin. Score! Slowly I lick the rest of what’s left on my spoon and put it on my sailor themed table eager for any action at all since I hadn’t yet given “it” or my laptop any attention. Iceland’s Midnight Sun is happy about this decision and so am I.

Hands empty, I grab my camera, hotel key and nothing else and head out the door.

Wandering through Reykjavik’s streets on a not so warm summer night, you’re quickly reminded that you’re about as far from Kansas as you can be. And so, I take in the nautical-ness around me for a couple more hours. Midnight had long passed and yet the skies glowed above me, egged me to explore textures and colors. It was then that I realized my Icelandic journey had really begun and I knew there was something magical awaiting though I couldn’t put my finger on it at the time.

I walk and walk for what feels like hours and hours – is it 5 am yet? There’s a truck clearly ready to head into far more rustic areas than Reykjavik’s city center and yet, I haven’t begun to dive deep into Iceland’s nature wonderland, so in that moment in time, I only imagine what hills, valleys and rivers those wheels have crossed.

I still didn’t know what Iceland had to offer you see, since I did no research before I left home. The good news about this fact is that I allowed locals to lead me by the hand and tell me where to go, what to do and often, who to meet. It’s a small country and it’s astonishing who knows who. Incestuous almost. That said, there’s an endearing and magical quality to its intimate size, where an energy, spirit and energy I forgot existed. It was the same one I grew up with in the Adirondack Mountains.

But it was too early to know all of that. For now, Reykjavik at night was my playground and I “it.” I wandered through the streets taking it all in and didn’t get back to my hotel room till after 5 am. Alone – all night long – was so the right way to “take her.”

I retired to my bed to only see a similar view out my window from the one I left six or so hours ago. Welcome to an Icelandic night, the one which never sleeps.

Those first few nights were the start of something transformative, but I just didn’t know it at the time. Soon, Iceland was about to bring me back home, not to the Adirondacks, but back to myself.

Note: Be sure to read up on all of our posts on Iceland – Iceland Travel / Traveling to Iceland.

 

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