Iceland feels like another planet. A country where glaciers meet volcanoes, hot springs bubble under icy winds, and every view looks like a scene from a fantasy film. It’s a place where nature still rules — raw, untamed, and breathtaking.

My journey began in Reykjavík — the northernmost capital in the world. Though small, the city has a distinct character: a mix of Scandinavian charm and modern creativity. Colorful houses line quiet streets, street art adorns many walls, and the people are incredibly welcoming. Mornings often started with a warm cup of coffee by the harbor, watching fishing boats drift by. Afternoons were spent wandering through the old town, visiting Hallgrímskirkja church and the striking “Sun Voyager” sculpture by the sea. In the evenings, I soaked in the warm waters of a geothermal pool, feeling the steam rise against the crisp Arctic air.

Leaving the capital, I drove the famous Golden Circle — a popular route showcasing some of Iceland’s most iconic natural wonders. Gullfoss waterfall was one of the highlights. The sheer force and beauty of the cascading water left me speechless. A short drive away, Þingvellir National Park offered not only stunning landscapes but also a sense of deep history — this is where the world’s oldest parliament was formed, and it’s also the meeting point of the North American and Eurasian tectonic plates. Standing between two continents felt surreal.

Nearby, I witnessed the Strokkur geyser erupt with amazing regularity, shooting boiling water up to 30 meters into the air. It was mesmerizing — a constant reminder that Iceland is very much alive beneath the surface.

Heading south, the landscapes grew even more dramatic. The black sand beaches of Vík stretched endlessly, waves crashing against basalt cliffs. The eerie beauty of the Solheimajökull glacier was unforgettable — ancient ice, blue and cracked, silent and powerful. Jokulsarlon glacier lagoon was like stepping into another world. Icebergs of all shapes and sizes floated gracefully, some glowing blue under the pale light. The silence was profound, broken only by the creaking of ice.

One of the most magical moments came at night. Far from the city lights, I finally saw the Northern Lights. Green ribbons of light danced and shimmered across the sky, as if the universe was performing just for me. No photo could capture that moment — it was pure, unfiltered wonder.

Traveling through Iceland isn’t always easy — the weather changes quickly, the distances are long, and services in remote areas can be sparse. But that’s part of the charm. It forces you to slow down, to pay attention, to respect the land.

Iceland isn’t just a destination — it’s an experience that touches something deep within you. It changes how you see the world, and maybe even how you see yourself. If you're dreaming of a place to truly feel nature’s raw beauty and reconnect with the wild, Iceland will be a revelation.