Back in early May I spent a few days in Iceland on my way home from Europe. Iceland Air has this awesome program called My Stopover, where you fly to Europe and book in some extra days in Iceland without paying extra. You can select how many days you'd like to be there, then the ticket price is still on par with other airlines for going to Europe. It's brilliant for their tourism industry and such a great deal for travelers. So on my way back from Paris, I spent three nights in Reykjavik.
When I lived in NYC, there was a season where Iceland Air wallpapered the subway stations and cars with ads to come visit Iceland. Whatever marketing dollars they spent on that worked on me because I could not wait to go. Every time I'd see a photo of the Blue Lagoon on Instagram it would make my fingers itch to just get there. When I finally did it felt like a dream and outlived my expectations.
The Blue Lagoon is a perfect place. I was expecting just kind of a city pool type feeling with rinky dink lockers and worn down showers but let me tell you, I was wrong. The facility was so clean and felt like a spa. And the lagoon is beautiful. Beyond. Even in May it was still very chilly outside so sinking down into the warm water felt so good. The milky water is actually clear but appears blue because of the way the sun hits it.
You're allowed to stay as long as you'd like and there's a little private corner of the lagoon where they do massages in the water. You lay on a foam raft and they hold you up to massage all over while most of your body is still submerged in the water. It's very relaxing but at the same time my mind kept thinking a million questions - how does my body float in water? How does this stay so warm? How do you get a job being a masseuse at the Blue Lagoon. Ha!
I literally felt like I'd been waiting my whole life to experience the Blue Lagoon. I loved every second. It was a hard crush at first sight on those subway ads and a love that made my heart leap out of my chest when I finally saw it with my own eyes.