The land is barren. No trees. No shrubs. No vegetation. Just an endless formation of lava rock that defines the landscape as we drive from the airport to Reykjavik. The distant mountains creep through the morning haze, and still have hints of snow caps on the peaks.
Welcome to Iceland — the land of fire and ice. Reykjavik has an old town European charm to it. The air we breathe is clean. Life spills out onto the side walk cafes on this glorious June afternoon. The evening, though, is a little unnerving. It’s almost 11:00pm and it is light out. The streets are bustling with people. When do these people work? When do they sleep?
Tomorrow we learn about geothermal energy and sustainable farming. Tonight I must get some shut eye to see the beauty that this quiet, charming, city unfolds. I feel so blessed that I get to explore this glorious earth.
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