Iceland: 4 seasons in 1 day
Did you ever get caught in a downpour, wearing flip flops and your lightest summer outfit? Sure, we all know the weather can be unpredictable, but Iceland really took this to a whole new level!
During our roadtrip over there last winter, we stopped at Vík to enjoy Reynisfjara, also known as the Black Sand beach. We woke up early hoping to catch the sunrise and we hit the jackpot!
We got comfortable on the east side of the beach, close to the sea stacks of Reynisdrangur who were playing hide and seek with the rising sun. It was so mesmerizing that we sat there for hours, just soaking up the beauty of nature.
According to the Icelandic tales, these pinnacles were once night trolls, trying to drag a three-masted ship to land. It took them too long. The sun came out before they could reach the shore and they got turned into stone.
Our day started off as the perfect spring morning and although it was cold, (november, remember?) pretty soon the sky was as blue as on a hot summer day.
It must have been a few hours later when we walked back towards the basalt stacks. (We lost track of time). Here we took the time to create some funny pictures jumping on and off the stacks.
By the time we were done playing, it had gotten cloudy and even colder, so we decided to grab us a coffee at the beach café. We took one to go, because we wanted to spend as much time as possible enjoying the beach, but don't worry, they have plenty of indoor seating space. We warmed our hands on the paper cups while we watched the sky turn darker. It began to feel like a frosty autumn afternoon.
After our little coffee break, we headed westwards, drawn by the beautufil sight of Dyrhólaey.
While we were trying to capture some ocean pictures, we noticed there were tiny snowflakes falling from the sky.
Cold as it was, they didn't melt and so the beach slowly turned white.
We endured it for a while, but with very little daylight left, the cold was getting unbearable. (Maybe because we were outside for about six hours)? I remember jumping up and down and running back and forth, while Bernd was taking his final shots of the day.
There's a saying in Iceland that we can now confirm: