So we reached the middle of our trip to Iceland, an incredible land, where the forces of nature act in unison, shaping a territory shaken by seismic movements.

We had seen how a land of green and luxuriant meadows can change in a few kilometers, transforming itself into a polar desert, or into a geothermal area, or even into a valley crossed by rivers of glacial origin that dig beautiful canyons where basaltic columns testify to the vitality of our home called Earth.

All that remained was to add another important element to our experience, consisting of glaciers, the origin of the impetuous rivers that flow across the island.
After spending the night in small Egilsstadir, we set off again, always setting off on road 1 which headed south, first passing through a rainy area in the highlands, and then following the coast line.

The destination of the day was the Jokulsarlon glacial lagoon, which we arrived at around lunchtime, after stopping to observe with immense amazement the hundreds of swans in the fjord, and after taking some photos of a picturesque orange lighthouse surrounded by omnipresent sheep.

Jokulsarlon is another unimaginable place.
We had an idea of what a glacial lagoon was like, since a few years earlier we took a beautiful hike in the Alps where we arrived at the base of the Fellaria glacier, in the Valmalenco area (if you can, go there).
Here, as in the case of the falls, in Iceland things were exaggeratedly bigger. 

The glacier front could already be seen from far away, extending hundreds of meters, almost reaching sea level, forming a gigantic lagoon. This lagoon was populated by Icebergs of all possible shapes, which headed towards an estuary, where the strong current dragged them into the open sea. Everything we had before our eyes was simply unreal, from the colors of the Icebergs of all shapes to the immense vastness of the glacial front. 

We walked along a part of the path that touched the edges of the lagoon, after which we turned back a little dissatisfied, because we would have liked to get closer to the front of the glacial tongue, still kilometers away. 

Returning inside, we passed the parked car and followed the estuary. As we got closer to the sea, the roar of the water and the fog, caused by the melting of the icebergs that stranded on the beach, increased.
On the beach we began to see something so beautiful that we were left speechless in amazement: surrounded by condensation, there were hundreds of beautiful ice sculptures with infinite shapes and colors.

It was like attending an open-air exhibition where the sculptor was nature in person. 

At the parking lot, eager to get even closer to Vatnajokull, we set the navigator to another lagoon not far away, and once we arrived, the distance between us and the glacier was significantly reduced.

We took a few last shots of the day before heading to the tiny but charming village of Hof, where we would spend the next two nights.

The next day we woke up early, and after a hearty breakfast we left for the Skaftafell National Park (temple for Interstellar fans, because the scenes of the frozen planet were shot here).

At the entrance it was possible to choose between the various easy and undemanding trails, lasting about two hours, but we opted for the circular one that reached the base of Kristinartindar, the balcony of Skaftafell.
The route, which would have occupied us all day, first passed by Svartifoss, a waterfall surrounded by basalt columns, and then climbed hills to the west and north. 

Contact with other human beings was reduced to zero, with a silence so profound that we wondered if the path we were taking was the correct one.
At one point the path stopped running north and turned back east, bypassing the Kristinartindar. We thus found ourselves in front of an unparalleled spectacle: from a very high position we had in front of us an immense glacial tongue, extended for kilometers, which ended in another lagoon similar to the one seen the day before.
From our enviable balcony made up of debris and rock, at the sight of all that immense splendor we felt satisfied, and we remained in silence listening to the delicate sound of the wind that blew between those mountains.

Still, wrapped in silent and dizzying spaces.