My face.

If my brain doesn’t remember this day, my face surely will. The red on my cheeks and chin are the battle scars. Iceland wind is the champion in this war. My freckle face didn’t stand a chance. The only part of my body not covered, and now I’m rethinking wearing the ski goggles.

My face will remember.

My face will remember the feeling of the wind as we stood on the shore looking at the blue water slapping against the rocks. The mountains in the background are the perfect backdrop.

My face will remember the laughter.

“I’m so hot. I’m actually sweating right now. It’s warm. Iceland is mismarketing. It is so hot!”

You have to laugh and keep shivering.

My face will remember defrosting as we walked from one coffee shop to another.

My face will remember the wind. 60 miles an hour sure feels strong. I lean into it and can feel it keeping me up. But the green in the sky is worth it. The Northern Lights.

“I think God was having fun when he created Iceland.” - It’s been the theme of the day.

We have a thank you not to write to our friend Chris. A stranger we met in the hot tub of the crossfit gym. In between polar plunges in the ice bath he gave us tips for the best ice cream in town and the lighthouse on the peninsula for a great view. Thank you Icelandic Chris.