SO. The Blue Lagoon was something I was most looking forward to. As I've previously babbled, I've never been in a volcanic climate, never even seen a volcano before this trip. The mountains I love are old and green and very deeply asleep. But I took a weird glee in all this newness--huge, naked mountains with violence and sulfur and Earth being churned out of nothing. Iceland literally got a new island like in the 1950s--just popped out of the freaking ocean, like yeah, I TOTALLY EXIST NOW. It's a soothing place to vacation if you are occasionally given over to fits of bitterly-suppressed rage. The very landscape seems to echo it. But something else, too, with that, something productive. Creation as an act of fury?
At any rate, the Blue Lagoon is this amazing place in the middle of a crazy lava flow where the natural hot springs are all full of this weird guts-of-the-earth sediment that turns the water this weird beautiful blue color. It also forms white crystals on the edges of the pools. They have also built this science fiction-like spa over top of it, and you can go in and paddle around and put mud on your face and pretend to be a dragon.
Josh and I were very good at being there. They had a swim up bar that served obnoxious, overprice blue cocktails, and this little hobbit hole steam room. The ash and weird blue nutrients are supposed to be amazing for your skin, but I feel like days later, I'm still washing dead bits of lava out of my hair. Still. Freaking awesome.
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