blue (book one) - h.s. ✔️ watty's 2019

chapter 53 - the blue lagoon

Florida was a dream and I was for sure it couldn't get better than that. . . until we made it to Virginia! Talk about a living antiquity of a state! The battle of Spotsylvania, the battle of Chancellorsville, the second battle of Bull Run, and so many more! I think it goes without saying that this was one of Harry's least favorite; he's never been fond of American history.

Georgia was our next stop. Another state with a vibrant history! But our travels didn't stop there. No, traveling upwards to the Carolinas, jumping over to Tennessee through Texas, from Oklahoma up to the Dakotas,
Wisconsin, Michigan, going back down to Arizona (not telling my parents due to Harry's uncomfortableness around my father) and up to California, Oregon, Washington. Each state uniquely different and welcoming.

Harry made me promise that we wouldn't leave each state without having some sort of object for memorabilia - his Polaroid photos not included.

Running low on funds he and I came to the decision to visit one last place before returning home. Also, it seemed to be the only sensible thing to do considering that school is around the corner.

Boy, how time flies!

We both decided that we'd want this last visit to be memorable and more unique than any other place we've visited. We were both fine with skipping over the east coast when it came to deciding, only because that's where we live and we've both visited all of those states plenty of times before. We wanted to go somewhere that was unlike any other place we've visited; in essence, we wanted a place that was un-American.

Our only problem:

America.

"If you take a look out to your left, you'll see the great beauty of nature in the Icelandic summertime!" our chauffeur instructs.

"This is one of Reykjavik's natural hot springs - The Blue Lagoon! It is said t-,"

Iceland! It is absolutely gorgeous here! I've never felt more at peace with myself in all my life than I feel right here - in Reykjavik - holding hands, my head resting on Harry's shoulder.

When he proposed that we visit Iceland I was skeptical. Funds was one of my biggest concerns, but then also the fact that neither one of us spoke Icelandic - or so I thought so.

Harry is naturally fluent in the language, although he's never been. He told me he's always been drawn to the Nordic island nation, but has never had the opportunity to visit. Just another amazing fact about Harry that this trip has unearthed.

I feel truly blessed to be with him in this wondrously magical country.

"Þú getur látið okkur fara hingað. Við gistum í Midborg hverfinu," Harry abruptly speaks in Icelandic, getting our chauffeur's attention.

"Come on, baby," he says as the car stops. Grabbing my hand, Harry unloads the rest of our luggage and pays the man a bunch of Icelandic króna.

"This is Midborg. It's home to some of Iceland's most historic, notable attractions," Harry announces as we walk into a hotel called The Swan House.

"It's the beating heart of Reykjavik."

"How do you know so much about Iceland?" I ask again, surprised with his knowledge.

"I've always had an interest for traveling the world," he starts, chuckling and smiling at me.

"It's why I've learned so many languages."

The inside of the hotel is absolutely gorgeous. Unlike any hotel I've ever seen before. This feels unreal. Everything is just so perfect! The people, the food, even the buildings are magnificent.