In a country of so much diversity and so much beauty, it's hard to know where to begin sharing when you're back home. But I figure a pretty good place to start is Toronto airport, where the three of us experienced our highest heart rates over the course of the couple weeks. And if you followed us through social media, you'd understand just how extreme that is when you take into consideration our diets of chocolate, Fanta, and every sweet known to man through multiple Icelandic bakeries. And when you combine that with some of the driving conditions and hikes to the tops of waterfalls, it says a lot.In any case, with the girls on board in jump seats, and myself roughing it up front in business watching the northern lights out the window, we landed in Reykjavik, the worst part of Iceland as Anna called it. We would've loved to have gotten out into the countryside a little sooner than we did, but setting the tone for the trip, it was a little bit... weather dependant.