Have you ever seen Björk?” asked a member of our Reykjavik walking tour group.“Of course,” shrugged Erik, our guide. “In a city of 220,000 people, it’s easy. I also frequently bump into my father, my ex-girlfriend, another ex-girlfriend …”
The outside temperature was 2 degrees but with the wind chill, it felt much colder Every now and then, Arctic wind gusts whipped hailstones, like mini shards of glass, across my exposed face. And here I was, luxuriating in an outdoor pool with the water kept between a balmy 37 and 39 degrees. Welcome to Iceland’s Blue Lagoon.