Jul 09, 2010 | By Einat Holtzman Faibish
I'll start by saying that the trip to iceland was the culmination of my dreams. I prepared myself for that trip more than a year before I actually arrived. I read a lot about iceland, its geology, nature, food and history (the Saga), learned some photography basics, because I knew I won't return to Iceland in the near future, and therefore wanted to remember the sights as best as i could. I bought lots of warm cloths. One can say I prepared myself for that trip more than it was actually necessary... but I was so thrilled and elated I didn't really care, so when a close friend of mine died only two weeks before "the big" trip, I felt like all powers of nature united against me and suddenly I didn't care a lot about the upcoming trip. I knew the trip was prearranged so I just let myself go and became somewhat indifferent, even when I landed in Keflavik airport, after 7 hours of flight (not including 4 hours between connections) and found out that my suitcase didn't show up, I was still feeling that kind of numbness you often have after you're experiencing grieve and suddenly pulled out into some happy hour.
The next day, still in some emotional denial, me and my husband were on our way to the Hertz agency in Reykjavik when suddenly we heard on the radio the same song that was played in my friend's funeral (my sweet lord by George Harisson). I was completely speechless. All of a sudden I was feeling that everything was coming back to me and emotions began flowing out. I listened very carefully to that song, and wondered why in the world all that "bad luck" is suddenly happening to me and I realized in my heart that there's no such thing as bad luck or coincidence, it was just a message that I should forget about the past and start concentrating on the future. It was an important sign saying that I should start enjoying my trip knowing my friend will always be in my heart no matter if I'm away from home, so from that moment on, I relaxed and opened my senses to lots of new experiences...
Out trip lasted 12 days and for the most part of the trip, the weather wasn't at its best. My husband and i had few a disappointments but we also had alot of good surprises and enjoyed ourselves the best way we could ever afford and never gave up even when the circumstances didn't allow us. On our journey we met lots of good people. We learned that Icelandic people have great manners and are willing to help even if you're acting like an annoying bloody tourist by stopping traffic just to take a photo of a duck (!)
As a blood and borne urban lass, I never felt more connected to nature as I felt in Iceland, I never thought I would climb volcanoes and get to know the taste of volcanic ash but I did. I never imagined I would drive a skidoo or voluntarily walk in a mountainous snow storm but I drove and I walked ,and I don't regret anything, I just feel proud and satisfied by knowing I achieved the goals I set myself. Often on our trip, I felt strong jealousy toward the people of Iceland, because I knew my days there were few and all that health and powerful earth resources belong to the residents of Iceland.
Back in Israel, I still feel the Icelandic tranquility. I miss the sulfuric smell of geothermal water, and the wonders it made to my skin. I miss the un-setting sun yet curious to know how it would feel during the winter when it's dark for most of the day. I miss lake Myvatn and the beautiful natural phenomena it is surrounded by... so many wonders in such a small area. I miss the clear fresh air and the pure raw nature, left almost untouched.
For me, Iceland is the only place in the world where man and nature live side by side, silent and fearing each other yet with respect. I never felt protected and connected as I felt in Iceland, and for that and for helping me get reattached to my roots and regaining my senses back, I would always be thankful.
Thank you Iceland. Thank you so much.