Hard to say but easy on the eyes, the The Snæfellsnes Penninsula is a little leg that juts out of the southwest coast of Iceland. We drove to the penninsula, again with Reykjavik Excursions, on a very windy Wednesday morning.
It's a long drive but the view from the bus was breathtaking. We got out a few times to admire glacier-capped Snæfellsjökull, a 700 year old volcano made famous in Jules Vern's tale, Journey to the Center of the Earth.
Next, we stopped at the beach to look for seals. There was only one and it was so far away I could barely see it with binoculars. Silently, I started to worry: was this day going to be a bust? I should know better!
Once we got to Arnarstrapi, all my worries faded. While I sometimes feared that the wind would sweep me and the Mr. off the cliffs, at least I would go down with some gorgeous views.
After Arnarstrapi, we had lunch in the village of Hellisandur. I don't know what it is about old churches but they captivate me. This one was pretty much perfect against the backdrop of the mountains.
Our last stop was the incredible Djúpalónssandur Beach. The walk down to the shore was rife with giant lava rock formations and hidden pools. I sort of felt like I was on the set of Game of Thrones.
In 1948, an English trawler crashed on Djúpalónssandur Beach. As a memorial to the crew, the Icelandic government simply left the wreckage as is. It's a much more powerful memorial than a statue or a plaque.
The powerful current of the ocean washed the lava rocks at the shore to smooth perfection. The teardrop shaped stones are said to be good luck. I have one in my pocket right now.
While I was jumping around on rocks and exploring, I lost the Mr. briefly. It was so quiet that all I had to do was call his name and , poof, there he was! Clearly, he was having his own Game of Thrones moment.