I’m so excited about our new Rick Steves Iceland guidebook, researched and written by Ian Watson and Cameron Hewitt. The first edition just came out a few months ago, and, right out of the gate, it’s already one of our top sellers — and for good reason. I just spent a busy week traveling around Iceland with it, and it’s excellent. (And judging from the enthusiastic feedback I received along the way, many happy travelers agree.)
My main goal for this trip was to fine-tune the writing for the second edition of the book. I also wanted to simply enjoy Iceland — and scout for a possible TV shoot next year. I was grateful for the help of local guides each day, including Guðrún, an excellent guide I booked through Tours By Locals in Reykjavík.
Considering all the tourism inundating Iceland lately, I was impressed by how few walking tour options there are for visitors. The most established is CityWalk Reykjavík, which is offered as a “free tour.” I generally have my guard up when I see a tour advertised as “free,” but these felt better to me than most free tours I’ve tried on the Continent. Rather than aggressively hitting up participants at the end for a tip, as often happens elsewhere, they instead just say, “Pay what you think it’s worth.” Plus, the guides are all locals. My guide was wonderful, and the experience was a delight.
The charming little Nordic capital was holding its annual Gay Pride festival while I was there, and the whole city was festooned with rainbows. It was joyful to be in a land where the entire government lovingly embraces the idea that all its citizens should be celebrated. There was a sweetness to it, and I was reminded of Mr. Rogers’ simple but profound notion that “Everybody’s special.”
Then, on my last evening, I had a dreamy encounter with a gentle, hippy-style musician. I was dashing to a dinner reservation when he approached me on the street with a “namaste” sweetness. He said, “Are you Rick Steves?” I said, “Yes.” He gave me a CD of his music, folded his hands into a little bow, and said, “It’s a pleasure to meet you. Please enjoy my music.” Then he was gone.
The next day, as I wandered the city streets, I longed to cross paths again, so I could talk with him a bit. With his lovely hair and beard, Teitur Magnússon wasn’t hard to find. I ran into him, strolling a baby in a carriage, and we enjoyed a short conversation. That chance meeting reminded me that, beyond Iceland’s natural thrills, there’s a fragile and unique wonder on this rock that is very human. And even though the country’s entire population is smaller than Wichita’s, it has a lively cultural scene.
Enjoying Teitur’s music on YouTube after I got home, I realized that I’ve spliced a lot of great musicians into my world as souvenirs from my travels over the years. How about you?
BTW, for anyone who struggles with languages, like I do, Iceland can be a special challenge. It’s strange to travel in a country where it’s hard to actually remember any of the proper nouns. I set my bar very low: to learn how to spell the capital city, Reykjavík. And I’m proud to report, I succeeded.
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