Times like these

Such a wonderfull weekend has now come to an end. Spent with family & friends out in the country in West Fjords. Leaving behind 850 km, grilled chicken, fish & lamb, french waffles from the Bakery in Ísafjörður, enjoying the bright&sunny summer days and chilly nights in whool sweaters with live music travelling throughout the town of Þingeyri. Three legged kitten, beach volleyball, four different kinds of soup in someones backyard, stilts, Simbahöllin where you'll find Icelands best belgium waffles - according to us at least, farmers fresh Kjaft-æði-ís, or bullshit icecream like they call it. It doesn't get much better than this <3 



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