I have been extraordinarily enamored with Iceland, its landscape, people, culture, et al. for about three years now. My dream is to go before I die (also to India) and the reality of this is growing more and more now that Icelandair is offering packages for $400 r/t. Sigh. In this time of economic and political unrest, unrelaxation, and ultimately shitty horribleness, it’s somewhat of a dream for travelling ability for some and a nightmare for others.
I just spend a little over a half hour looking at photos of Iceland via a search on Flickr. The constant stream of words coming out of my mouth for that length of time have included, “holy f-ing shit….” and”jesus f-ing christ” while clicking through each photo. This place is beyond words and obviously in need of profane reactions.
This place is incredible.
Sigh. My sister and I are going to ask our parents to finance us going in celebration of her college graduation. It’s not going to happen, yet I can’t help but dream.
I do think that going to a country of unrest on vacation is also a bit out of line. I don’t want to take advantage of someone’s hardship with a camera and a suitcase in tote. Hmm. That’s like losing your restaurant due to financial problems and everyone comes and buys your filet mignons and lobsters for $1.59.
I suppose it’s not that dissimilar from the trips people took to Thailand after the tsunami… or the real estate seizing in New Orleans due to a lost population. I want to get lost in it all, but don’t even feel comfortable in New Orleans when I visit and want to take photos. People hate HATE when they have their city’s sadness and suffering exploited.