Pastoral views, dramatic nature, the lack of people and weather metamorphosis in Iceland started
to excite me in my youth. I wanted to see it all with my own eyes.
For a long time I even planned to go to a local university there, but I was sucked by family life.
In summer we finally got the idea to get married with my boyfriend and it was very handy
that we already had tickets for October. I was terrified of a typical Moscow-style celebrations, so I surrendered
to escapism and decided to organize a wedding in Reykjavik. Our intimate celebration flowed in
a ten-day trip around the island, we drove about 3,000 kilometers: stopped by undistinguished towns, lived
on farms and in noteless hotels, laid on the grass somewhere near the Arctic Circle, looked for seals,
saw the northern lights and the glow of the Bardarbunga volcano. We were lucky with the season — we were
able to catch the fireworks of the multicolored landscape, the pre-winter dying of Iceland's flora,
and enjoy the low silver sun, until the whole earth hasn't disappeared under the snow. But the trip wasn't
exactly relaxing. If the Russian nature is ringing and rustling, in Iceland it's a drone and howling wind.
The whole island is like a disturbing stone desert. The tempo is very low, time flows slowly. Probably, the vacuum
of space feels something like this. Iceland isn't a paradise on earth, even if the universe has done a great job
with its beauty. For a few days I had to get used to the idea, how worthless I am compared to this harsh land masses —
I haven't had such experience before.