Iceland Impressions 2
May 7, 2013
“We do not take a trip, a trip takes us.”
— John Steinbeck, from Travels with Charley
One of my favorite things to do on my travels is to simply walk or drive around, see what presents itself, and take photos. So on my stopover in Iceland, I donned walking shoes and set out from my lodging at the Hotel Keflavik and followed the paved path along the coastline. I walked for about four miles before I turned around to come back, and I did not even reach the end of the path. I felt like a solitary walker, so few people did I meet en route.
I fell in love with the tidy, modest-sized houses, with their red and blue roofs. One yellow house was particularly cheerful. I felt that, in comparison, our huge sprawling houses in the U.S. are too often ostentatious and wasteful.
Along the path was a restored cottage called a “Stekkjarkot.” This sod-covered dwelling was typical of those from the mid-1800s. The family who lived here would have made its living from the sea.
Keflavik is a sea town, with fishing boats and working harbors. Very picturesque.
After walking four miles in one direction, I returned to the hotel and then walked in the other direction, through the town, and up a bluff where I followed a hard path of volcanic rock along the cliffs.
Coming back down, I passed this woman basking in the spring sunshine like a seal on a rock. (Don’t we all celebrate the return on light and warmth in the Spring?)
I ended my day by swimming with the locals at Keflavik’s public swimming pool. For one-twentieth the cost of the Blue Lagoon, I enjoyed four or five warm soaking pools/hot tubs, a lap pool, a big general swimming pool while around me families played in the kiddie pools and water park with giant slides into yet another pool. And then I splurged on a dinner of Icelandic lamb. A perfect day.