On the northernmost side of the Snæfellsnes Peninsula is a small harbor town called Stykkishólmur. We arrived at the modest bed and breakfast we booked there only to find a sweet woman named Greta, who suggested we stay at her new boutique hotel in town instead. Described to us simply as "the second oldest building in Stykkishólmur, also it's red," we apprehensively set out to find our new home for the night. To our surprise and excitement, Hotel Egilsen turned out to be an immaculately-renovated barn; equal parts quirky and luxurious with careful attention to detail. The town consisted of a marina, a lighthouse, a few restaurants and a grocery store, but it was the most happening town we had come across.
Things I will remember about Stykkishólmur: the white lace curtains at the restaurant across the street (where we had our typical meal: mussels and fish soup), red wine and reading in the lounge that doubled as a library (Wild is an amazing read), the "night guard" (a lovely young girl) making us a breakfast feast, the endless seagulls, the bright orange buoys against the dark blue water, and how cold the wind felt standing next to that lighthouse.