My hidden suitcase

Good morning everybody!

I’m writing this very few words at 4:41 am of November the 3rd at the Keflavik airport. Yes, Keflavik. Iceland. As you know (if you aren’t following my Instagram or Facebook: shame on you ) I have spent my last week in Iceland, travelling around into the west coast of this magnificent island. I traveled alone (as usual), and for the first time I have made a road trip by car outside Italy. One crazy, wonderful and magical week with a Hyundai i20 in the deepest North, but now (unfortunately) I’m waiting my flight to come back to home. Anyway, in the next weeks I’ll try to report to you with words, pics and videos everything I have done, learned and saw about this awesome place. For now, let me say that this is the most beautiful place I have ever been.

“In Reykjavik, Iceland, where I was born, you are in the middle of nature surrounded by mountains and ocean. But you are still in a capital in Europe. So I have never understood why I have to choose between nature or urban.”

Bjork

My trip started with the day 0 on October 27th, when I went to Milano Malpensa Airport from Verona and I catch my flight to Keflavik at midnight with WOW Air. Just 4 hours and half and I finally arrived in the cold and windy Iceland.

Welcome to Iceland!

Now it is time for me to catch my flight and to organize all my stuff in my hidden suitcase, but see you next time with Iceland: the golden circle (day 1).

Bless!