The Beauty of Nothingness Under Icelandic Skies


She picked me up from “the nautical hotel”, the one that wooed me with the red balcony that faced the blue and abandoned ship in Reykjavik’s harbor. I could have written words of inspiration for days on end facing that crazy abandoned ship whose gaze continued to dazzle me outside my bedroom window.

Suddenly, she made a sharp right and headed east into the countryside, some 40 kilometers outside the city. There’s a point when all pretenses fall loose and it was one of those moments. My first trip out of Reykjavik a few days into my trip, it was as I feared, rainy and drizzly as the weather report indicated. And yet, sometimes, blue sky and white clouds made their appearance because perhaps they wanted to dazzle an overworked brunette from a far away American land.

“Wow, this is pretty,” I said and felt. It was such a meek and ridiculous attempt at what should have been, “this blows,” or “this is outrageous”...Or perhaps nothing at all and just breathe into one aha and joyous moment after another had I been from somewhere in this world that didn’t need a phrase to qualify such a beautiful existence.

It was as if Ireland met the Moon with a little visit from Scotland, Norway, Antarctica and New Zealand along the way and I didn’t know what to do with it.

The area is called Nesjavellir, a great launching pad for trips in the south of the country. I was on my way to new resort and was in a rare place of accepting the upcoming indulgence.

Nesjavellir is set in the Icelandic countryside where there are very few frills – it’s all about the air, the sights, the smells and the tastes from nearby lava fields, the thermal steam and vapor and an ever so mysterious Icelandic sky.

As a frequent solo traveler, I arrive somewhere I am reviewing, often a hotel, resort, activity, adventure, spa or tour and 95% of the time, people around me are couples, 4% are very young travelers and 1% are that other category, the one I guess that I would fall into — the misfit category. And so, my perspective is unique and muddled and distinct and reflective and beautiful and blessed.

In the context of that mindset, dinner started off mid-way to great until a fairly lame Chilean red arrived since the options by the glass were slim. Suddenly, a Viking who says he’s a blend of bartender, waiter and fix it guy, showed up with a bottle of 1991 Bordeaux. Classy, I think as I watch the lame glass of red leave my table.

As I slowly sipped my Bordeaux, I gazed out into an early evening Icelandic sky since it seemed to be so gracious with its time, energy and beauty in a way that even the best food can never begin to offer.

While the wait staff started out reserved, they slowly picked up steam. Liquors that solely belonged to  Iceland suddenly began to appear. New to me, crowberries and einiberja soon graced me with their presence.

A local doctor who was out for dinner with his wife popped over to say hello and shared a few photos with me after I offered to take a shot of both of them at their table.

“It is usually a photo of just one of us,” she said with a smile as I snapped away. My God, I thought as I looked at them – they’re whiter than the Irish. Later, when he approached my table as I was nearing my coffee, I realized that his eyelashes were whiter and lighter than blonde – I could barely see them as he stood to my side slightly bending over me, his 70 year old fingers sliding left and left again, so I could see all the shots he took on his camera over the previous two weeks.

It was an Iceland I had not yet seen since my days in the country were still so few. That moment in time was special if not rare…a retired doctor confiding in me even if it was for a few brief moments and showing his endearing and reflective self. The tenderness and vulnerability came through and it was a treasured and elegant memory to say the least. Iceland isn’t just unique or pretty or inviting, it’s dramatic, spiritual, intense, volatile and ever so engulfing. And, most importantly, the people are what make it so…

After the doctor leaves and a glass of Bordeaux has warmed my soul, a blonde Icelander returns to my table to inform me that they’ll open up the 10 meter hot tub pool for me and me alone, half of which extends into the open air and half of which is covered. It is typically closed after ten, about the time my second wind is re-ignited and so, this news brought on a huge smile.

As I made my way into the shallow hot pool that had a temperature of 95 degrees or so, I realized there were no jets or chlorine and the bottom of the pool was both murky and slippery because it was coated with green algae…natural green algae. Surreal, peaceful and tranquil Eastern instrumental music played in the background and I was blissfully alone.  It was just me and an Icelandic sky.

Gratitude won. Presence won. The hot natural waters won. The thermal steam won. The Midnight Sun won.

I slowly removed myself from the pool, the one with the slimy green and black bottom. As I made my way down the hallway, I listened to a group of Norweigans and Icelanders laughing in the lounge only two doors away from me…reserved but after much alcohol, no longer quiet. The women would frequently gasp under their breath when they spoke as if they lost their breath somehow for a moment and were fighting to get it back and in a so not so sensual way. A friend claims the women (and men) do this in Norway too. It was something I never did get to the bottom of or understand.

Two girls continued to drink and as they did, their boyfriends started to howl…once quiet reserved Nordic types now in a different place of mind.

I returned to my room and as I shut my door and turned the lock to the left, I could hear people’s laughter, the same 20 or so who were in the resort restaurant some hour or two before. There was still plenty of Bordeaux left but I poured some Earl Grey tea instead and faced my open window which looked out onto a brightly lit 2 am sky.

Clear Blue sky turned to white fluffy clouds every twenty minutes or so, at times, turning into tenuous or threatening clouds. Just when they just seemed to be settling down, you suddenly felt them dancing in front of you asking you for a hand in a delicate or perhaps a not so delicate dance. You see, Iceland is this way – forever changing and you never can be sure where it’s going to take you. In the midst of my volatile dancing clouds, there were rolling meadows and luscious hills.

To my left was a view of Icelandic tundra and flowing landscape and to my right was a painted white horse against a concrete wall, hazy at best against a later than midnight sky. A juxtaposition in time or was it really all one in the same?

I wanted to shut down my laptop, yet there were photos to process, more hot water for my tea to fetch, emails and tweets to respond to and a life size photo of a horse’s head to say hello to.  Breathing into my beautiful Icelandic horse on my wall…stage right, and the meadows to my left with the three shades of brown drapes covering a third of my view, I breathed deeper than I had in awhile, and as I did, I acknowledged it was okay that I didn’t say hello to anyone else but me and that I didn’t have to be someone else other than me for a moment or an hour or as Iceland would remind me, a lifetime.

In my white robe and bare feet, I “okayed” my wet bathing suit that lay on the concrete floor. I also acknowledged that it was okay not to pick it up, hang it up or dry it before my day’s end. I let it be. I let me be. I let the Iceland sky be. I let the laughs of the all Nordic guests at the end of my wing just be. And then, and only then, did I hit save and toss my computer off my lap without packing it away. It fell into a bundle of pillows to my left and then I gently moved it to the floor as the pillows followed without rhythm, without choice and without a plan.

Suddenly, pure joy. With feet up in the air behind me, dangling as a ten year old would dangle them, I looked out into my Iceland sky and its draping, green luscious hills which stretched to my south and smiled. Thank you for that gift you Nesjavellir wonder I thought. Thank you for that gift!

Photo credits:, Walkmag on Flickr and For other posts on Iceland, visit our Iceland travel section.

Renee Blodgett
Renee Blodgett is the founder of We Blog the World. The site combines the magic of an online culture and travel magazine with a global blog network and has contributors from every continent in the world. Having lived in 10 countries and explored nearly 80, she is an avid traveler, and a lover, observer and participant in cultural diversity.

She is also the CEO and founder of Magic Sauce Media, a new media services consultancy focused on viral marketing, social media, branding, events and PR. For over 20 years, she has helped companies from 12 countries get traction in the market. Known for her global and organic approach to product and corporate launches, Renee practices what she pitches and as an active user of social media, she helps clients navigate digital waters from around the world. Renee has been blogging for over 16 years and regularly writes on her personal blog Down the Avenue, Huffington Post, BlogHer, We Blog the World and other sites. She was ranked #12 Social Media Influencer by Forbes Magazine and is listed as a new media influencer and game changer on various sites and books on the new media revolution. In 2013, she was listed as the 6th most influential woman in social media by Forbes Magazine on a Top 20 List.

Her passion for art, storytelling and photography led to the launch of Magic Sauce Photography, which is a visual extension of her writing, the result of which has led to producing six photo books: Galapagos Islands, London, South Africa, Rome, Urbanization and Ecuador.

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