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the blue lagoon *iceland*

28 February 2014

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It’s an expensive tourist attraction for sure. But it’s one that I would still recommend. Definitely do it if you feel like a splurge and relax on arrival or just before leaving Iceland, as it’s conveniently located close to the airport.

I remember coming into land in Iceland quite vividly. We drifted below the clouds and in the brightness of the autumn afternoon glow, got our first glimpse of this beautifully barren land. We smiled at each other and held hands, we were so damn excited to be there. I remember the blast of cold air that hit us as we emerged from the airport. It’s the kind of sensory slam that makes you feel so lucky to be alive. A short taxi ride later we arrived at The Blue Lagoon Hotel – while it is designed to cater for people seeking skin treatments, it is also perfectly situated as a boutique hotel to just simply enjoy its very own private geothermal spa and proximity to The Blue Lagoon attraction itself. We stepped into the foyer and the low sun meeting the spa fog, cast the most striking foggy golden haze over everything. We threw our bags in the perfectly Scandinavian-minimalist room which I adored, grabbed our swimmers and camera and emerged outside as quickly as we could. The light was ours to enjoy alone in the surrounding lava fields as we strode out along the curving pathway that felt like it could lead you to a secret world. And being so otherworldly you do feel like you’ve already entered that secret. Amongst the green moss-covered rocks were cloudy turquoise bodies of water edged by white mineral mud contrasting so starkly with the black soil – such a beautiful colour scheme. We had not pulled out all of our warming layers from the suitcases, so the cold was a harsh shock. But we were laughing, holding hands, half-jogging, sometimes pausing to take photos and pulling our scarves around our faces.

In the main pool we found ourselves among other tourists, but it was quietening as the tour buses appeared long gone. I struggled in the labyrinth-like, dark women’s change-rooms, but made a friend in a lovely employee named Bernadette. She helped me with the locker system, find the showers and then walked arm in arm to meet my husband waiting at the other side with a smile and outstretched hand to greet me.

The sensation of cold wind on our upper body as our legs entered the hot waters was incredible. We put mineral mud on our faces, floated around, watched the sun’s rays dance in the steam and chatted as though we were the only two in the world. The hill behind us a golden orange until it was blue hour and then night-time and the landscape was hidden. Voices drifted across the darkness from the far reaches of the lagoon. The big open sky above us and the cold air actually welcome as we stood to have moments of relief from the heat of the liquid. I felt beautiful in there, in a body that is imperfect but wonderfully attuned to the simple joys of this life, and encasing a heart that loves my nearest so deeply. I really have to stop being hard on it for changing as it gets older, for it still serves me much. As we emerged all pruned, warmed and mineralised an hour or more later, Bernadette appeared to take me back into the women’s change-rooms – what a beautiful person whom we both thanked.

After snacks at the lagoon we disappeared back onto our secret hotel-guests pathway through the lava fields. It was so very very dark for me, a city dweller with night blindness! But the cold again made us feel alive as we held hands and he led me through the little dots of lights to guide the way. We slept with the curtains open to the lava fields so my husband could start the fun of northern lights seeking. We enjoyed breakfast in the hotel overlooking the private spa waters and its ever-present steam, and then had another it’s-so-good-to-be-alive-and-running-free photo romp at sunrise in the lava fields. Our 8 day adventure in Iceland had begun in the most rejuvenating way.

12 Responses
  1. March 1, 2014

    That sounds truly wonderful – makes me want to hop on a plane – now!

  2. March 2, 2014

    There’s a smile on my face and joy in my heart after reading this. You captured it beautifully. Also, my soul is stirring and my feet are tapping, wishing they were on their way to such an amazing adventure. Wonderful x

  3. March 2, 2014

    I do love your thoughtful blogging :)
    Iceland is one of my wish list of locations to see – originally because of the ponies but in the meantime, the whole caboodle… one day! And now I can live vicariously through you LOL

  4. March 3, 2014

    Sounds like i should do that someday!

  5. March 4, 2014

    Oh my gosh, your photos are incredible!!! Iceland is always somewhere I’ve wanted to go and you have captured this so beautifully.

  6. March 4, 2014

    oh, finally catching up with you here. this is awesome. I want to jump right in. and what a gift that Bernadette was there at the right moments. anxiously awaiting more of your Iceland adventure. ox

  7. March 4, 2014

    wow. that looks incredibly relaxing – on our list NOW! ;)

  8. March 5, 2014

    That looks amazing and your words describing it are so special too.
    Sarah x

  9. March 6, 2014

    I want to put mineral mud on my face and float around, too. Sounds so relaxing.

  10. March 6, 2014

    I have CHILLS. Oh, I cannot wait to see Iceland. The Light!

  11. March 9, 2014

    Gaaaahhh! I want to go there so bad! It’s on my bucketlist & also on my current “vision board”. Your photos are amazing. Would you highly recommend staying at The Blue Lagoon Hotel?

    Clare x

  12. March 10, 2014

    Oh, how lush? Bless Bernadette. I can imagine you skipping around in excitement between the Scandinavian-minimalist rooms. I would be SO impressed.

    Even though we haven’t met (yet), I don’t think your body is imperfect. I’m happy to hear you say that you felt beautiful in the water!

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