My husband and I arrived in Iceland on Saturday morning at 6am. For being half asleep and totally jet lagged, we managed to make the most of our first day of vacation.
We left the Keflavik airport and headed directly to the Blue Lagoon, the most famous of Iceland’s geothermal pools. This is a popular spot with tourists since it’s a perfect place to soak out the aches of air travel.
After a few hours of soaking, relaxing and beer drinking, we headed on to Reykjavik, our home for the next few days.
We found our apartment, right in the heart of city center, and took a serious power nap. Then we headed off to tour one of the local breweries and learn about Iceland’s history with alcohol. Our tour guide, Sylvia, was hilarious and she poured us everything from Gull to Polar Beer to beer mixed with vodka to straight shots of the national liquor, Brennivín (also called Black Death).
After two hours of drinking, we headed back into town for a 13-course meal at Dill, possibly the most renown restaurant in Iceland. The chef, Gunnar Karl Gíslason, focuses on new Nordic cuisine and is committed to using local, seasonal ingredients and traditional cooking methods.
It was amazing – the perfect way to end our first day of vacation and to leave us looking forward to the days ahead.
And even though it was nearly twelve when we headed back to our apartment, the midnight sun was in full force.