The first thing I saw after passing through immigration.
The first thing I saw upon leaving the terminal at 7AM.
The strong, windswept, colorful, enchanting town of Reykjavik.
Off in the distance in that last photo is a church steeple, one that offers spectacular views of Reykjavik from the town's highest ground. I found a balance in the place...and decided to leave my mark alongside the awe-inspiring site. Most though thought I should have left the beret instead.
But what of all the MIE'rs over there? Here they come, Annamaria, Yrsa, Zoe, Michael, Stan, and moi.