One Spring Day

The first blizzard I experienced was on our family trip to Iceland in December 2022. Little did I know, this would be our last family trip together.

We were driving back to Reykjavik from the south coast after visiting some Glacier. We were supposed to make it to Reykjavik that day and spend another day in the city prior to departure home on 12/28/22.

The blizzard started half way through our 4 hours drive. With our trusted guide we passed many block roads and stranded cars and tour buses.

Once we got to Vik, we were stuck. There is only one road from Vik to Reykjavik and it was closed. We did not have a hotel, we were hungry. We stopped by a random hotel to find a spot to sleep, but there was nothing. So many tourists were having the same fate, stuck and no where to stay. The current guests couldn’t check out so new guests couldn’t check in.

Our guide made some calls to all the hotels around Vik. So we left the car at one hotel and ventured by foot to the next hotels that claimed they had spaces.

After more than 1.5 hours of walking in the knee-deep snow and drizzling rain & 40m/second wind (or something crazy like that), we found a hotel that had rooms for us.

When we finally settled into our room and started watching the blizzard outside from the cozy and comforting warmth of the room; my loving husband hugged me tight and told me that, with what we just had been through together, nothing in this world could ever tear our family apart, ever.

That was my first coldest yet warmest Blizzard, ever.