I have always been told that Iceland is an amazing place to visit.
But nothing prepared me for Iceland during the winter solstice.
The mix of black volcanic soil with the heavy snowfall, drenched in the golden midday sun that was sitting just 2.7º above the horizon.
The expansive glaciers, polished by the icy wind and glistening in afternoon light.
The aurora borealis dancing across the sky during the dark nights.
The seemingly negative beaches, with black sand trapped between a frothing ocean and falling snow.