Where to start…

Going to Iceland was one of the scariest experiences of my life. I arrived on a grey, miserable day in August, feeling thoroughly alone and wondering why I was there. A few hours later I had met some students who I would remain friends with for the duration of my stay, one of whom turned out to be one of my housemates. I left in December, with lots of friends, beautiful memories and souvenirs, very happy that I had decided to go to Iceland in the first place.

When people ask me how my stay was, I find it difficult to know what to say. Do I concentrate on the trips I did, visiting glaciers, volcanoes, and geysers? Or do I tell them about my day-to-day life, visiting all of the coffee shops in Reykjavik by day, and all the different bars by night? Or do I…