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Obliterate jet lag on your trip to Iceland.

Obliterate jet lag on your trip to Iceland.

Planes are disgusting. They’re tin cans filled with recycled air, undoubtedly the person next to you has a cold, and no matter how many shimmering, aurora-colored-lights dance overhead (looking at you, Icelandair) or bottles of glacier water you throw back, you’re going to arrive at your destination feeling like a dried out, withered husk of yourself. 

(I should say, for the record, flying on Icelandair is extremely pleasant and lovely and the glacier water bottles, the free checked bag, and delightful crew were so appreciated. Take note, every other airline.)

Fortunately, Iceland is a country with built-in spas, and the most Instagrammed of which is the Blue Lagoon. There’s literally nothing better after a flight than a soak in the pale blue water, a complimentary silica-face mask, and a rest in the steam room (if you’re so inclined). Plus, if you’re like me and lack any sense of moral decency, they have a swim up bar and you can drink way too many proseccos for 10am (I WAS ON VACATION, MONICA, LET ME LIVE WILL YOU).

The wonderful people of Iceland only want to make it easier for you. There’s a few bus companies that operate out of Keflavik, and will take you directly to the Blue Lagoon and then to your hostel or hotel when you’re feeling more like the human you once resembled. Heads up, you should pre-book your tickets to the Lagoon (but it seems like the bus is more flexible and you can book upon your arrival). If you arrive too early for the bus and have time to kill, check out Joe & The Juice in the main terminal at Keflavik. Yes, you’re literally juicing but remember the part of this story where you’re still a withered husk? The juice will help.

Of course, as with all popular places, it will eventually become crowded with visitors who didn’t have a 6:00am flight arrival the good sense to arrive at 9am, and that will be your cue to leave. They do have a cafeteria and formal restaurant on site, but they’re awkwardly located beyond the front entrance (so everyone else eating there will be fully clothed and you’ll be in a fluffy white bathroom and you will not even care a little bit because VACATION). The food is fine, but not what you’re there for, so head to Reykjavik when you start to feel peckish. Learn more about the Blue Lagoon and pre-book your tickets here.

Buy the real thing: knit wool in Iceland.

Buy the real thing: knit wool in Iceland.

The Beach Worth a Million Bucks.

The Beach Worth a Million Bucks.