CELL Iceland 2012 Blog: Beauty of the Trips

The most beautiful things that have ever happened to me in Iceland was not the tranquil sunrise by the river; it was not the cold-to-the-bones glacial rivers that I have crossed; it was not the quietude sitting by the window, looking at flakes of snow kissing the passersby, and reading a book in my hand; it was not even the moment when northern light, green as the fairy’s wings, dancing in the sky and pouring down onto my cheeks. It was none of the beautiful sceneries I have seen along the way.

The most beautiful things are those who accompanied us, those who taught us, those who showed us what is this place that we are in, what Iceland is, what its people are.

This is a tribute to those in this trip. Remember every laughter we had, and every tear we shed, every mile we traveled, because in the end, those are the things that matter the most and that could never come back.