I thought the Snæfellsnes peninsula would be loud with wonder—volcanic cliffs, black sand, the kind of landscapes that break your brain. But mostly, it was quiet. Not peaceful, not cinematic—just a silence that pressed in from every side. I ate a gas station sandwich in my rental, watching rain smear the windshield. The famous mountain was there, but it didn’t feel like mine. I wanted awe; I got stillness. I wanted a story; I got the slow realization that sometimes travel is just you, alone, with your own thoughts echoing back. No epiphany. Just the truth: you can’t outrun yourself, not even here. #Travel #TravelConfessions #IcelandUnfiltered