When I first got back from Iceland and was discussing the trip with my friends, I found that the majority of our conversations centered around stories that did not belong to me. The stories I was most excited to pass on belonged to the Icelandic people- charming stories of mischievous elves, crafty trolls, and brutal old Viking lords. Everyone I ran into there seemed to have a yarn to spin, and so by the end of the trip, I had collected quite a little treasure trove of them. I've decided to share some of my favorites today with you!
Monday, June 30, 2014
Friday, June 20, 2014
Having already marveled at the sight of Jokulsarlon, I was excited to hear that the glacier we would be scrambling about would be the glacier that mothered Jokulsarlon: Breiomerkurjokull, one of the tongue-like protrusions of Vatnajokull, one of the largest glaciers in Europe. As a result of rising temperatures, Breiomerkurjokull is retreating, leaving in its wake depressions that are now filled by the waters of Jokulsarlon. The icebergs floating in the Jokulsarlon are themselves chunks that have splintered off from their mother glacier.
When A and I first decided to go to Iceland, the one thing I knew I wanted to do while I was there was go glacier hiking. If you're asking what glacier hiking is, it's exactly what its name makes it out to be: walking atop ancient glaciers, with crampons (metal spikes) attached to the bottom of one's shoes and an ice pick in one's hand to prevent an undesired slip'n'slide moment.
Tuesday, June 3, 2014
After spending the day gallivanting under gargantuan waterfalls and horsing around with semi-wild Icelandic stallions, we were thoroughly ready to collapse into a hearty meal and soft bed before rising before the sun and heading off in search of ancient glaciers.
Friday, May 16, 2014
On our second day in Iceland, A and I bid Reykjavic farewell and embarked on a two-day tour. Our ultimate destination was Jokulsarlon, a glacial lagoon, but because Iceland has like 4 hours of sunlight in the winter it wasn't practical for us to do a day trip all the way out there. So we decided to stretch our visit out, dropping by to visit two epic waterfalls, Seljalandsfoss and Skogafoss, along the way.
Sunday, May 11, 2014
Way back in January, my dear friend A and I ventured off to Reykjavik, Iceland for a couple of days in search of surreal scenery. If you've ever watched Thor, James Bond: Die Another Day, Game of Thrones, or The Secret Life of Walter Mitty and wondered whether all those craggy mountains, mystical waterfalls, and glacial lagoons are real, the answer is yes. And they are all in Iceland.
The thing about Reykjavik is that its this amazingly hip (without being annoyingly hipster) gem of a city enveloped by a landscape so dramatic being there feels like being sucked into an apocalyptic painting. If you're not going to rent a car, no worries, there are a gajillion tour operators running tours around the area's highlights. Personally, I wanted to minimize the amount of time we spent holed up in a coach watching the sights slip by, and I was pleasantly surprised by how many activity-based tours there were.
These pictures were from our last day in Iceland, when we toured the Golden Circle and Langjokull glacier. The Golden Circle is composed of three stops: Thingvellir National Park, a geothermally active area called Geysir that quite obviously is full of geysers, and the Gullfoss waterfall. Our tour guide/driver- dubbed Elsa because of the likeness of her billowing ice blonde locks to those of Queen Elsa's from Frozen- picked us up in a super jeep, a jeep so massive the wheels, when fully-inflated, reached my shoulders. She spent the majority of the drive telling us old Icelandic folk stories, of elves, giants, and infamous viking warriors. I was surprised by the tenacity of the bond between Icelandic culture and the physical landscape. The land is almost sacred, imbued with a gauzy aura of mysticism at once alarming given the times and spellbindingly charming.
Friday, November 1, 2013
A couple weeks ago, L and I roadtripped our way to New Hampshire for a quick bout of leaf peeping. For those of you who aren't familiar with the activity, rest assured you're in the majority and get ready for a mini vocabulary lesson. Leaf peeping (verb): the act of viewing and photographing the changing of the leaves. The other-worldly, euphoria-inducing changing of the leaves. I've said it a million times before: autumn is hands-down my favorite time of year. The crisp air, the perfect temperature for outfit selection (face it, in the summer you just want to be naked and in winter survival means looking like the Michelin man), and of course the arrival of fall-tinted foliage.
In New Hampshire, the vibrant greens melt into waves of warm neon. So famous is this transition, leaf peeping is a major revenue flow for the state. I used the official New Hampshire tourism website's foliage tracker to figure out the optimal time to visit, the optimal location to visit (Keene in the Monadnock region), and even the path to take once in Keene. The only thing the site's missing: a warning about those pesky mosquitoes! L and I got bitten alive strolling down our picturesque wooded path. Not quite sure what strain they were, but they even managed to bite me through my pants! Fortunately, I'm just as persistent as those buggers, and we managed to walk away with a reel of stunning souvenirs from our brisk leaf peeping voyage. Totally worth each and every bite.
Thursday, October 24, 2013
Before hopping on a plane back to NYC, J and I decided to grab a light breakfast. We wanted to squeeze in a visit to Little Havana so we decided to drop by Los Pinarenos Fruteria and kill two birds with one cab ride. Los Pinarenos Fruteria is an open-air fruit stand, one that has proudly preserved its authenticity for decades. Even if you're strangely averse to fruits, a visit is worth it for the cast of characters buzzing around the spot. Upon pulling up to the entrance, a smiling toothless stranger immediately motioned for us to come to shop's back courtyard. We were to meet the store's mascot: an adorable black-and-white hunker of a pig (whose name evades me right now and we will thus call Chubby). Our stranger motioned commanded Chubby to lie down and motioned for us to stroke Chubby's engorged flank. Who knew pigs could serve as alternatives to the common household puppy?
After wrapping up our visit with Chubby, we made our way back into the store to peruse the wares and decide on what fruits we wanted in our fruit platter. We decided on a medley of tropical fruits: starfruit, banana, mango, pineapple, and mamey, the national fruit of Cuba. Prior to this visit, I'd never tried mamey before. Its exterior kind of looks like a wooden mango and its interior looks and tastes like a sweet potato. Extremely delicious but also extremely filling! As we munched our way through our fruit platter, the owner spun yarns about the store's history- how he inherited it from his parents and how they'd never spent more than a 1 cent on marketing, relying wholly instead on word-of-mouth advertising. Which is amazing. Really. Mom-and-pop stores are slowly fading into the past, but this little underdog is resiliently withstanding the tide.
Having scrapped our fruit platter clean, we grabbed our sugarcane juices and hailed a cab back to the airport. Miami round 1: a complete and utter success. Enjoy the pictures after the jump!