After landing in Iceland, we grabbed our rental car and made our way straight to the famous Blue Lagoon. Within minutes, I was struck by the surreal beauty of the landscape—it honestly felt like we’d landed on another planet. Lava rock blanketed the terrain, interrupted only by bursts of purple wildflowers and thick carpets of moss so green it almost looked fake. We pulled over for a few photos, but the drive itself was a visual feast.

At the Blue Lagoon, we checked into The Retreat—a luxurious spa experience tucked away from the more touristy main lagoon. We spent the afternoon soaking in geothermal waters, enjoying light bites, and indulging in pure relaxation. I even had a massage… in the water. Sadly, their strict no-photo policy meant I couldn’t capture much, but honestly, it was refreshing to unplug completely. No Instagram. No emails. Just Casey and me, floating in silence. We even passed out for a much-needed 4-hour nap in one of the cozy relaxation rooms.

We also took part in “The Ritual”—a three-step skin treatment using salt, silica, and algae. It was as therapeutic as it sounds. What wasn’t as pleasant? My short stint in the sauna. Ten minutes in, I felt like a medium-rare steak gasping for breath. The cold plunge was calling, but I decided my body had experienced enough extremes for one day.

The drive into Reykjavik was easy—minimal traffic and manageable construction. Still, I wished we’d hired a driver so I could’ve soaked in more of the scenery instead of focusing on the road. Safety first, of course.

We checked into The Edition, and wow—what a hotel. The scent of the lobby, the spacious room, the location, and the restaurant (Tides) all exceeded expectations. I had one of the best lobster raviolis of my life. After dinner, we took a short stroll around 10 p.m. and found Reykjavik absolutely buzzing—bikers, pub-goers, families, tourists, locals. The sun was still high in the sky. It felt more like 5 p.m. than nearly midnight.

We capped off the evening with drinks on the rooftop bar, marveling at the surreal, lingering daylight. Then we shut the blackout curtains and passed out. No sleep on the plane had caught up with us—and we had an island to explore.

Sunday: Craters, Geysers & Fried Fish Heaven

We meant to be out the door by 9:30 a.m. but… ended up leaving the hotel just after 11. That meant skipping the Icelandic Phallological Museum (I’ll have to save the organ-shaped waffles for another trip—I’ve encountered enough “specimens” in my day).

Our first stop was Kerið Crater—a vivid red volcanic caldera filled with a deep blue lake. It’s not an impact crater but a collapsed magma chamber, and it’s breathtaking. We hiked the rim and then made our way down to the water’s edge.

Next up: The Great Geysir. We were lucky enough to witness two eruptions from Strokkur, which blasts boiling water up to 200 feet into the air. I don’t know if ours hit the max, but it was spectacular. I filmed one in slow-mo and have already watched it a dozen times. That sulfur smell? Worth it.

By late afternoon, we arrived at our home for the week: Reykholt, a tiny, peaceful village that feels like it’s worlds away from everything. Before check-in, we stopped at a tiny restaurant that only serves burgers and fish & chips. I ordered the latter and… WOW. Best fried fish I’ve ever had. Perfect seasoning, crispy batter, fresh fish, and addictive dipping sauces. 11/10.

We wrapped up the night with Casey napping on me while I watched 28 Weeks Later. (His pick. He passed out within five minutes.) Later, we shared a frozen pizza, booked our adventures for the week, and I ended the day with a relaxing soak in the hot tub.

Monday: Waterfall Hopping & Walking Across Continents

Monday was one for the books. We set out to explore part of the Golden Circle, starting with Brúarfoss, known as “Iceland’s Bluest Waterfall.” No filters needed—the icy turquoise water looked unreal.

Next: Faxi Waterfall—bigger, broader, and powerful in its own way, though lacking Brúarfoss’s signature hue. We climbed around it for a bit and took plenty of photos before continuing on to the star of the day: Gullfoss.

Gullfoss is massive. Thunderous. It plummets into a deep canyon with a force that you can feel. We explored every accessible trail and viewpoint. Without planning it, we ended up visiting the waterfalls in a perfect crescendo: good, better, best.

But the day wasn’t over.

We drove on to Þingvellir National Park, where two tectonic plates—North American and Eurasian—are literally pulling apart. I walked across a rift valley that divides continents. No snorkeling this time (that glacial water is cold), but we dipped our fingers in and I’m guessing it was well below 40°F.

Þingvellir is also a UNESCO World Heritage Site, rich with Icelandic history. Over 15,000 steps later, we were ready to return to our cozy cabin in Reykholt.

Tuesday Morning: Sunrises at 3 AM & Glacier Adventures Await

It’s now 3 a.m. on Tuesday, and the sun has just risen. I’m crawling back into bed for a few hours of sleep before we head off to Langjökull Glacier for a snowmobiling adventure and a trek through an ice cave.

I’ll be honest—the 24-hour daylight is throwing me off. It’s hard to go to bed at 11:30 p.m. with the sun still shining and then wake up to sunrise at 3 a.m. But it also gives us more time to explore all the magic Iceland has to offer.

Coming up: puffins, belugas, elephant rock, and (fingers crossed) whales.

Back on the Run,
Brandon & Casey