The first photo I shot in Iceland.  I had just arrived after over 30 hours of travel, walking all over Boston for 13 hours on a layover with my backpack, and roughly 6 hours of airplane sleep over the last two days.  I had just picked up a rental car I barely knew how to drive (looking at you, manual) and had no idea where I was going to be staying that night.  As I made my way to the blue lagoon, my first and only plan, the sun started to rise over endless lava fields and I could see geothermal steam from the lagoon rising in the distance.  I then showed up way too early, was mistaken for staff, let in the back entrance, and when the mistake was realized was set up at a table with some free coffee and wifi until the lagoon officially opened.  An awestruck start.