Draumur

water journal draumur

Draumur

(droy-myr, Icelandic for dream)
Photography & words by
Mitchell Hollander



I would have never thought, in a million years, that I would travel to such a mystical place like Iceland.

As soon as our flight landed, Tobias (my fiancé) and I got right on the road. Ecstatic and eager to explore, we headed straight to the city of Reykjavik. We hoped to find some breakfast and some much-needed coffee. As we started exploring the city, hail began to fall, and the winds picked up. Eventually, we realized that a storm was brewing, and we would be unable to proceed with our plans for the day. Luckily we planned to have an extra day for rest and recuperation, so we decided to relax and catch up on some sleep that evening.

 
 
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The next morning, we were fully rested and anxious to get back on the road. Our next destination was the small town of Vik, along the southern coast of Iceland. As we drove along the Ring Road and took in the beautiful landscape, we encountered Icelandic horses and sheep. At this point, we decided to pull over and take a few photos. We felt like we were in another world. Seeing the horses graze below snow covered mountains and sheep scurry over hill tops with waterfalls in the distance was other worldly.

Over the course of our trip, we stuck mainly to the southern coast and made one additional dash towards the northwest. Essentially pulling over at every waterfall, beach, cliff side, architecturally interesting looking house, and every lagoon that we came across. It also helped that we made a Google Map with all the locations we planned to visit on it. The whole trip was exhausting but worth every trek.

As our adventure came to an end, we packed up our things, said our farewells, and boarded the plane home. The ride home gave us time to reflect on our journey, contemplating through photographs we've taken and the memories we've made. In the moment, our whole adventure felt like it could have lasted an eternity but as we got back to our everyday lives and routines, it felt like it could have been a dream.

 
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