On my third day in Iceland, I awoke to the gentle baa-ing of sheep just outside the window. I hadn’t forgotten where I was — in a hotel room in Iceland with Haider and Raz (whom I’d just met still less than 24 hours previously) — but I didn’t remember there being any sheep when I’d fallen asleep.
We woke up, showered and headed out to the main building for the complimentary breakfast (score!), but as soon as we stepped outside, we stopped dead in our tracks. It’d been pitch black the night before except for the aurora, so we had no idea that our hotel was nestled up next to the steep, craggy wall of a glacial mountain. Seagulls were wheeling along it far above our heads, and below was a lush, peaceful field full of grazing sheep.
find me in the air 