I’ve had Iceland on the brain lately. Photos that I once skimmed over I now look at and can’t believe I was there to take them. It’s funny how quickly you become accustomed to new scenery, however beautiful it may be (“Oh another waterfall? Wake me up for the next one!”). For me, the magnitude of most travel experiences can only be fully realized in retrospect.
That said, I’m so happy to have photos to refer back to as reminders of such specific moments — exploring the black beach in Vik, taking in the view from the tops of numerous waterfalls, eating the best sourdough bread of our lives (two days in a row), swimming in an abandoned hot river, staying in an abandoned guest house, and of course, the ponies. Iceland is insane and I can’t wait to go back; next trip must-see’s include puffins, whales, fields of wildflowers, and the Northern lights.
More Iceland posts here.
My first trip to Texas was a success. Blake and I spent five days in Austin eating and swimming, eating and swimming. The dry heat was a nice break from the Charleston humidity and I couldn’t get over the gorgeous desert blooms — succulents, cacti, blue bonnets, fire wheels.
We frequented Barton Springs as much as possible, day and night. That place is what dreams are made of — less scary than the ocean, more exciting than a pool, invigoratingly freezing water. I wanted to swim forever. We stayed with Blake’s best bud Stephen, and the days we went from the Springs to the grocery store to Stephen’s backyard to grill, sunburnt and hungry, ended up being my favorites.
A few favorites (although I’m sure we only skimmed the surface): Elizabeth St. (incredible noodle bowls), Lick (dark chocolate olive oil ice cream), Antonelli’s Cheese Shop, Spartan Shop (gorgeous everything, especially caftans), Weather Up (beautiful drinks in a peaceful courtyard), Hillside Farmacy, and Flat Track Coffee (nicest people & best coffee). I was also introduced to the genius that is avocado margaritas and if you aren’t already, I urge you to get on that train ASAP.