Iceland stole my heart from the very first day. It’d been on my list for a longer while, the first attempt to see it failed in December 2012 due to lack of funds, but I finally managed to get there 4 years later. It wasn’t as cold as I thought it would be, but it surely was just as pretty as I’d imagined it. At first I was slightly disappointed not to see fresh snow, but then I realized I could actually see more of the landscapes – not just an endless whiteness, so that worked out well too. Iceland in winter is all about that soft light, waterfalls, horses and – if you’re lucky – the Aurora Borealis. I did get lucky one night up north and saw a breathtaking spectacle of dancing green light – an unforgettable and unreal sight. I will be coming back for more without a doubt.