Six days of rain in Iceland. Not poetic, not cinematic—just wet socks, fogged-up windows, and the slow grind of disappointment. I stopped checking the forecast after day three. The landscape was there, but it felt like I was squinting at a postcard through a shower curtain. Then, on the seventh morning, the clouds cracked open. I didn’t run outside or cry or anything. I just stood there, letting the light hit my face, feeling almost embarrassed by how much I’d needed it. Sometimes travel isn’t about chasing beauty—it’s about waiting it out, hoping the sky gives you a break before you do. #Travel #TravelRealityCheck #RainyAdventures