I got really sentimental lately writing all the throwback post about my first big journeys but it’s the last week’s post about Iceland that really got me the blues. As I already mentioned here, Iceland is where I left my heart many years ago and no other places in the world has managed to win over it by now.

I really don’t remember how it came to me, I just know that one day being 16 years old I knew that my biggest dream was to go to Iceland. The only thing I knew about Iceland then was Bjork and Eyjafjallajökull and I didn’t know one single person who’s been there or even planned to go.