It is eight degrees outside. Cloudy. A bitterly cold wind. Slight rain. We decide to go swimming.
After 45 minutes, a ride through a moon landscape, we arrive at our target. The Blue Lagoon. The very blue lagoon. The water is coming up to the surface from the inner depths of the earth. The water gets bluish, milky bluish, from minerals it passes through on its travel up to the surface.
I walk outside in my swim trousers. Eight degrees. An ice cold wind. I almost turn around, back in to the warmth. I am freezing. But I push on towards the lagoon. At the first touch with the water, I almost pull my feet back. The water is hot. Too hot? Slowly I get into the water. My body adjusts to the heat. Around 38-40 degrees. One of Iceland’s hot springs. One of Iceland’s wonders.
We spend more than an hour in the lagoon. In the hot water. We don’t want to get out of the water. The water gives us protection from the cold Icelandic weather. Protection from the real world. Like a saga. But finally we have to get up. Out of the hot water. Into the cold. Into the real world.
The body feels surprisingly relaxed. I fall asleep in the car on the way back to Reykjavik. In the evening, we have dinner in the Old Harbour. 101 Harbor Restaurant. We have had very fresh seafood at every meal, lunch and dinner, so far in Iceland. So also tonight. Sea Perch and Blue Ling. Potatoes and salad. Wine and beer.
Iceland, we are starting to fall in love with you….