What Guiding Tourists Taught Me About Loneliness
Every summer, I walk strangers through the Icelandic Highlands. I’m the local—supposed to know every shortcut, every safe crossing, every view worth a photo. I watch people fall in love with the landscape I grew up with, and sometimes I envy their awe.
Last summer, near Landmannalaugar, I took this shot. The group was laughing, swapping stories about places they’d left behind. I stood a little apart, pretending to check the map. It’s strange: you can be surrounded by people, even admired for your knowledge, and still feel like a ghost in your own home.
Maybe that’s the real view I keep coming back for.
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