Day 3 began with my eternal quest for good coffee, but sadly, Iceland fell a bit short here. Granted, the hotel coffee is decent, as long as you like it simple, but it’s no 16-ounce, triple shot tiramisu latte from my favorite coffee stand back home in the PNW.
Following breakfast, we hopped a giant, well-appointed bus headed for the south coast, staffed by the most wonderful tour guide, who seemed as intrigued by our culture as we were with hers. The day held MUCH rain in store for us (more than Seattle and northern England combined, actually), but despite the dampness, our first stop at Skogafoss was awe-inspiring. Continue reading “Skogafoss, Reynisfjara, and Seljalandsfoss: Iceland, Day 3”





