Author: Gabrielle Lacoste

In Blönduós, angels walk among us. 

On the 23rd of June, I went for a walk on the old side of town. Past the cemetery,  the road of beautiful houses and onto the hill. It was 11pm, golden hour at its finest when suddenly, a far away scream resonates in the air. 

The most adorable lamb comes running towards us. this tiny black and white, super curly haired baby jumps the fence to say hi. He was running around between my legs and the best part: he was ok with me picking it up. Cuddling with that baby for a couple of minutes will forever be a core memory for me.

Even though we got to hold and feed lambs at Johanna’s farm a couple of weeks before, it felt like this baby knew me, and came running towards me. 

I am now convinced that this lamb was a friend of mine from another life. And despite the fact that when we walked by on our way back he seemed to not care about us and he might never recognise me again, I will hold him in my heart for as long as I live. 

To summarize, 23rd of June 2024 was the day I fell in love with a baby lamb on top of a hill, in front of a sunset in Iceland.

Love,

Gabi

We had only just arrived and already were personally greeted by the sun on our first day, they decided to welcome us to Blonduos with one of the most amazing sunsets I have ever seen and then proceed disappear for the next week leaving us with a storm that was latter described by locals as “the worst weather ever seen in June”. A fine rival for Montreal’s winter. 

But then, they came back, not only with their beauty but with their very much appreciated warmth, underneath which we learned how to spin and might even have tanned a little bit. 

It is hard to explain what 24h of daylight does to your body and mind, yet I find it even more difficult to describe the feeling of witnessing a sunset at 1am, knowing the sunrise will follow in less than an hour. A never ending spectacle where the sun doesn’t just go down, it sets sideways. 

Yet there I was, on the 11th of June, alone on the rocks of the old port of Blonduos, whitenessing what I can surely count as one of the most incredible sunsets I’ve ever seen. (I know I said this about the first one but honestly they just keep getting better)

Suddenly everything is more. Emotions, colors, sound… I am hypnotized by the wavy texture of the eater that looks as if it was an animated film. Extremely grateful for the orange dots that cover the rocks for making the act of sitting so much more interesting. Feel much more connected to the family of ducklings floating in front of me and genuinely wondering how they know when to sleep. 

And even though I tried to capture it (I mean I really tried) that kind of beauty is just too much for our human cameras. I will still leave you with some of the hundreds I sent back home, and ask you to imagine a landscape where the beauty is at least 278% greater than them. 

Blönduós is the kind of place that makes you wonder, how is this even real?

Lots of Love

Gabi