Have you ever came to such a beautiful place and feel trapped on its enchantment after you left? Its like your mind is compiled with tons of the scene's scattered depiction and memories you can't push aside. Sometimes they're gone, but only for quite awhile before they come back again with more pricks that directly stabbed your head. You don't hate them, but you can't stand when they're around - because they make you feel desperately yearning about the moments. Strange? It happened with me, by the way. About two years ago, i visited my bestfriend Asta Hrund homeland in Seltjarnarnes, Iceland - a lovely residential area right beside Reyjavik. I stayed for a month and got a chance to go camping around Iceland with her fam. Iceland is known for its wonderful secenery and probably world's cleanest air (they even sell Icelandic Air in a can for souvenirs!). I experienced going into the 'wild' places and everything is stunning - what should I say? I can't find anything so clean, fresh and delightful here (doesn't mean that I'm not proud with my country - it's another story).
So memories about Iceland's nature is soon becoming a nightmare - not only that I really want to go back, but also because lately I've been tortured by lots of different, strict routines I wanna break. Clueless about what I should do, today I dig up my picture files and try to find some best shots I took when I was there. Not satisfied enough, but at least these photos made me feel a bit lighter. I should go back there again sometimes, and you should try to visit Iceland one day. Or we can dream about going there together and see the legendary Northern Lights in the sky - if we're lucky enough. :)
Most photos taken are the drafting of my favorite parts of nature : clouds, fields, grass, firmament. And see my funny outfits too - that time I was a high-school graduate, and jeans was my everyday wears. Asta's mom, Sigga, was kind enough to give me two darling Icelandic sweater, made from original European wool with beautiful patterns. It was cold there even in summertime, so I wore them almost every time.
The blonde-haired girl sitting beside me is Asta, then her sister Brynja, and finally Sigga. A very loving family - Sigga always said that she want to adopt me, LOL, I miss her a lot. And here if you wanna see my two-years-ago self looked like :
Me and - I forgot this dog's name - in Myrdalur Farm.
I'm happy just to review these photos - awakening my sweet memories there. And what make me happier is that I can share this with you - my wonderful friends. My head felt lighter now. For a closing, I would tell you about my sweetheart Cleo, a cute cavaliar-king spanniel dog belongs to Asta's family. She's pretty, isnt she? And she reminds me of The Clothes Horse mom's dog, Gus. I'm not sure if they're from the same breed.Adorable Cleopatra!
Oh well, beautiful memories are my necessity of life. Are these remind you of any particular fond memories? It better not make your feel any restless. Now I wish everyone will have a great day - and always take care yourself!