Here, at long last, as snow settles over upstate New York, are the pictures from my beautiful, unforgettable summer in Ísafjörður, the little town perched up in the far reaches of the West Fjords of Iceland:
ÍSAFJÖRÐUR GLIMPSES
Everything from waterfalls to glaciers to northern lights, with a whole lot of road trips and puns (in Icelandic!) and grammar cramming sessions in between. I went there to take a three-week language course, but in the process made so many friends, and found yet another place that now feels like home.
