We walked around the city heading toward Hallgrímskirkja. The wind stung my ears as we walked uphill, but it was worth it upon seeing the church for the first time. Even without religion, one can’t help being filled with awe in its presence.
I swam in turquoise and azure waters and sat on white sand. The sun felt like it was right on top of us, like I could touch it if I wanted to, but it wasn’t unpleasant. How could it be? It also became obvious that there is no better drink than a cold Sands lager in the shade of a beachside hut—well, maybe save a simple rum cocktail.