Iceland left me nearly speechless. I've never seen so much beauty in one place in all my life, especially such a diversity of it. Fields of lupines as far as your gaze can carry you, then just further down the road, a glacier peeking around an imposing mountain range. Beaches filled with black sand, a bay filled with icebergs, waterfalls everywhere. Icelandic horses and rams roaming rolling hills, Icelandic sheepdogs herding everything that moves. Miles and miles of stones covered in alien-green moss, going all the way to the horizon. Deserts made of nothing but grey pebbles. The midnight sun letting you know it's time to go to bed, the only sense of time in this land of endless summer light. It's other worldly, I kept having to remind myself that I was in a real place that existed here on earth, that I wasn't just somehow transported to a make-believe world. Looking around at all these incredible things, you can understand why over half the Icelandic population believes in 'the hidden people' (their version of elves), and after a while you find it easier to believe, too. How else, why else, could all of this ridiculous beauty occur in one island floating in the northern Atlantic, if not for a little elfish magic?