Leaving Iceland was bittersweet as could be. We made our way to the airport early on Tuesday morning under gray skies, with a cold rain falling and a gusty breeze. It was literally the first bad weather we’d had all week — which in Iceland is just shy of an actual miracle.
While we were sad to leave the country behind, we were more than satisfied with the great trip we’d had. The experience had exceeded all of our expectations. And we knew we’d be coming back someday to pick up where we left off.
We were also finally starting to get excited for Spain again. Though anxiety over beginning this new chapter had come and gone throughout the last week, being at the airport with our bags and plane tickets in hand, I felt ready.
Goodbye Iceland. Hola, Madrid!
But first… Norway happened.
find me in the air 