Jack on a Map – The father-son team takes on Iceland’s biggest tourist attraction.
Why the Hype?
Over the past decade, especially with the rise of Instagram and Facebook, I’d estimate that the number of Blue Lagoon pics have increased exponentially each year. So while Jack and I were in Iceland this was our photogenic opportunity to join the craze. But it was so worth it!
The day we arrived in Iceland, Super Rosie (our Skuggi Hotel receptionist extraordinaire) cautioned us that Blue Lagoon spots were filled for most of the week. The only slot that worked for Jack and I was at 7pm on our last night in Iceland. Talk about cutting it close!
The Blue Lagoon is almost an hour journey outside of Reykjavik. We jumped on the mini-bus from the downtown pickup and we transferred to a coach at the tour company’s terminal. Once we arrived, we hopped off to the lovely, stone slab out front, welcoming us to “Blue Lagoon, Iceland”. A long, winding path cut through the snow-capped lava rock – almost there! “Ugh!” Jack then uttered, deflated at the longer and windier line to get in for the night session.
The Lay of the Lagoon
The water temperature was fine for young Jack, although it fluctuated at certain areas. As the sun began to set at 9pm the mist seemed to thicken with the dusk sky backdrop. I slapped on two mitt-fuls of mud on my face. Free mud – let the exfoliation and healing begin! The only thing totally out of place were the pool security – a dozen wandering, hulking Icelanders fully concealed in black Call-of-Duty, military gear (I wonder if those dudes ever have to jump in and fish out floundering tourists in all that gear?)
And! We didn’t hold back on the pics either.
With our mission accomplished – Jack and I boarded to 11pm bus back to Reykjavik with minutes to spare. Nearly four magical hours in the Blue Lagoon and a guy gets a bit of a hunger. I scooped up this salmon sandwich for the ride – I would say it was as equally magical.
Although when I texted a picture of the sandwich (I know, I’m such a tourist!) to my wife back in California, she replied “I just threw up in my mouth a little. Maybe a lot.”
The Blue Lagoon was the last attraction before we flew back.
Jack was a champion on the entire 9-hour flight home – happy to watch “Marmaduke” or “Thor: Ragnarok” on our tablet (twice each)…
And a couple more hours more coloring.
The little trooper didn’t last 2 minutes in the truck on the drive back to Buellton though. Out. Cold!
Get Out There!
Iceland was an amazing experience for me and especially Jack. Months later and it still talks about it all the time. He’s even scheming for our next trip – Madagascar or bust!