When I first saw Sigrún I remember thinking that she reminded me of a Disney princess. An Icelandic Elsa with a cute accent.
The day was chilly at around 12 degrees, but the usual bite was taken out of the air by the rare sun that had shown its face that afternoon.
We drove together (Chris navigating) around a park not far from her house. It stretched far and wide with rocks, boulders, trees and bushes. Mountains surrounded us.
I was quietly squealing inside (and outside) at the sheer beauty of everything.
I feel like I'm being repetitive but Iceland is beautiful. Really, really beautiful.