Back in 2014 I'd never been to Iceland before, and found Reykjavik, its people, its ambiance, and its nightlife combining to create a sense of
what legendary Berlin or Paris must have been like in their heydays. Or, less esoterically expressed, perhaps it’s just as simple as what I
overheard a young American telling his girlfriend in a coffee shop, “It’s a
cross between Bar Harbor, Maine and old Amsterdam.” Whatever it is, this place has all the right
vibes.
Here are some photos I took back then, though I never did get
around to taking any of its vibrant, sophisticated (as compared to Mykonos) nightlife
for we were too busy partaking to photograph.
The festival itself remains a delight, filled with interesting
speakers putting on their “A game” just for the joy of being here, and a
knowledgeable, appreciative audience.
What more could a writer ask for?
Don’t answer, just look at the photos.
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 in 2024? Here they come, Annamaria, Yrsa (a co-founder of the festival), Zoe, Michael, Stan, and moi.
And now it's off to book our place for 2026!
Jeff—Saturday
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