The name of the country itself hints that the climate there is not very warm. And this is where all of its charm is hiding: it’s like the Snow Queen looking at you with her cold piercing eyes. And you can spend ages looking at this country: the waterfalls, the rocks, the volcanos, the beaches with black sand, and 8 months a year when you can see the Northern Lights. All these things make Iceland a country from a parallel reality that anyone would love to go to, at least for a little vacay.
We at Bright Side think that there should be things to fuel our dreams and this article does exactly that. Now is probably the best time to start saving for a trip to Iceland to see its beauty with your own eyes. It’s definitely worth it.
“My sister rented an apartment in the north of Iceland for Christmas, and this is her view.”
Before 1987, every Thursday in Iceland, there were no TV broadcasts.
The people from Iceland born before 1987 joke that they were probably conceived on a Thursday. The thing is, Thursdays were the days of communication when people were supposed to pay more attention to each other. This is why the only channel in the country at the time didn’t work on Thursdays.
Footage from the Icelandic TV show Keeping up with the Kattarshians, where cats are filmed living in a tiny home
Black sand beach in Iceland
“In Iceland, you can hand-draw a map on your mail, without an address, and it will still make it to its destination.”
- That’s because buildings are so far apart from each other and there are lots of distinct geographical locations, so it is easy to determine the location. The-Daily-Meme / Reddit
Blue Lagoon in Iceland is a geothermal hot spring that wasn’t open to tourists until the 1990s.
- That’s insane, it simultaneously looks like the hottest and coldest place on the planet. obamium-11 / Reddit
The people in Iceland can see the Northern Lights 8 months a year.
- Wow… one of the things I’d really like to see some time in my lifetime… FrayAdjacent / Reddit
“There are places in Iceland where you can be standing on the North American and European tectonic plates at the same time. This rift was from an earthquake.”
There’s a cave shaped like Yoda in Iceland. Do you see it?
“Iceland does not want to deal with your stupidity — and I think that’s beautiful.”
“Traveling within Iceland because we couldn’t go elsewhere. Found these guys sheltering themselves from the wind…”
And there’s a magnificent glacier in the background!
Glacier rivers in Iceland
- I used to have an art teacher who went to Iceland every year. He had hundreds of photos of the countryside. I have never seen anything like this country. The bizarre colors and shapes that naturally occur there are nothing more than breathtaking. JanJaapen / Reddit
A black church called the Heimaey Stave Church
- I was fortunate enough to see this church in person last year. There is a spring/fountain very close nearby with some of the cleanest and tastiest water I’ve ever had. Hard to even describe. Sletzer / Reddit
The Kerið Crater in winter is unreal.
“A photo of a road and landscape I took”
- Looks like wallpaper for an iPad pro. maurosauro / Reddit
- I’d be happy to sell it to Apple. thomyorkeftw / Reddit
The last McDonald’s cheeseburger sold in Iceland. McDonald’s no longer exists in this country.
“Stayed in an unusual hotel near The Golden Circle in Iceland”
“This crater lake in Iceland merges with a powerful glacial river. One of the most surreal sunrises I’ve ever experienced”
This very cozy street in Iceland
- This whole country is cozy. Seriously. I went there last winter and I’ve never been to a more cozy place in my life. dc-redpanda / Reddit
The view from some public restrooms in Iceland
“The puffins returned to eastern Iceland this week. I was lucky enough to see thousands of them in one spot.”
“This house my wife and I stayed at while in Iceland”
- Pretty much every building in Iceland has a view as good as this, that country is just insane. Chilis1 / Reddit
A sunset snowstorm in Iceland
I have the urge to set this as my phone’s wallpaper.
Would you like to travel to this amazing country?
My Rich MIL Constantly Gives My Daughter Old, Dirty Clothes from Clothing Banks and Demands That She Wear Them
My Rich MIL Constantly Gives My Daughter Old, Dirty Clothes from Clothing Banks and Demands That She Wear Them
When my rich mother-in-law, Barbara, insisted on giving my daughter old, dirty clothes from clothing banks, I had to find a way to make her understand. Little did she know, her birthday party would be the stage for a lesson she’d never forget
“Lucy, what did your mother-in-law send you this time?” my friend Megan asked over our usual coffee catch-up.
“Oh, just more of her lovely donations from the clothing bank,” I replied, rolling my eyes. I had just received another bag of old, musty clothes from Barbara. “Here, let me show you,” I added, lifting out a tatty old dress I had tucked into my handbag.
“Why don’t you ever tell her to stop?”
“Because that would be rude, and John wouldn’t like it,” I said, exasperated. “He thinks she’s just trying to help.”
Megan sighed. “You’re too nice, Lucy. Too nice.”
Two woman at coffee shop, one holding up an old garment | Source: Midjourney
John came home later that evening, looking tired but cheerful. “Hey, Luce. Got some good news! Mom wants to take Emma to the park tomorrow.”
“That’s great,” I said, masking my unease. “Just make sure she doesn’t change Emma into any of those clothes she brings.”
John laughed. “Come on, Luce. They’re just clothes.”
The next day, when John and Emma returned, my heart sank. Emma was wearing a stained, oversized dress. It looked like it had been pulled straight from the garbage.
A child wearing an old dress | Source: Pexels
“Mommy, Grandma said this is what normal kids wear,” Emma said, her eyes wide with confusion.
“Sometimes people have strange ideas about what’s important,” I explained. “But we know what makes us happy, right?”
Emma nodded. “I like the clothes you buy me, Mommy. They’re pretty and clean.”
I kissed her forehead. “And that’s what matters.”
“But what if Grandma gets mad?” Emma’s voice was small.
An adult and child together in bed | Source: Pexels
“Don’t worry about that, sweetie,” I reassured her. “Mommy will handle it.”
The next day, I decided to confront John. “John, we need to talk about your mother.”
He looked up from his newspaper, surprised. “What about her?”
“I can’t keep accepting those old clothes she brings for Emma. It’s not right.”
John frowned. “Lucy, you know she means well. She’s just trying to help.”
I shook my head. “No, John. She’s trying to make a point. She thinks I’m wasting your money on new clothes for Emma.”
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He sighed. “I’ll talk to her.”
“No, John. I’ll handle it.”
Barbara’s visits had always been a source of tension. She’d swoop in with her designer bags, full of judgment and old clothes. “Lucy, you must learn to be frugal,” she’d say, handing me another bag of rags.
“Thank you, Barbara,” I’d reply, forcing a smile. “I’ll see what I can do.”
But the truth was, I never used those clothes. Emma deserved better. She deserved clean, well-fitting clothes, not the cast-offs Barbara deemed suitable.
A woman holding a large carrier bag | Source: Pexels
The day after the park incident, Barbara showed up unannounced. She waltzed into the living room, her perfume overpowering. “Lucy, we need to talk,” she declared, sitting down as if she owned the place.
“Barbara, I can’t keep accepting these clothes for Emma,” I said, my voice firm.
She looked taken aback. “What do you mean? They’re perfectly good clothes.”
“No, they’re not. They’re dirty and old. Emma deserves better.”
Barbara’s eyes narrowed. “Are you saying my gifts aren’t good enough?”
An angry woman gesticulating | Source: Pexels
“I’m saying Emma shouldn’t have to wear rags while you live in luxury.”
Barbara’s face flushed with anger. “I am trying to teach her humility.”
“Humility? By making her feel less than? That’s not how it works, Barbara.”
She stood up abruptly. “You’re ungrateful, Lucy. You don’t appreciate anything I do.”
I took a deep breath. “I’m grateful for many things, Barbara, but not for making my daughter feel inferior.”
A man looking concerned | Source: Pexels
Barbara stormed out, leaving a tense silence in her wake. I knew I had crossed a line, but it was a line that needed crossing.
John came home that evening, sensing the tension. “What happened?” he asked.
“I told your mother we can’t accept her clothes anymore,” I said, bracing for his reaction.
He sighed, rubbing his temples. “Lucy, this is going to cause a lot of trouble.”
“Maybe, but it’s the right thing to do.”
He nodded slowly. “Alright. I support you, but this isn’t going to be easy.”
“I know, but it’s necessary,” I said, feeling relieved to have my husband’s support, but also anxious.
A woman texting | Source: Pexels
***
The next weekend, Barbara texted, insisting on taking Emma out again. My heart pounded as I typed my response. “No, Barbara. Not until you understand why this has to change.”
She replied with a string of angry messages, but I stood my ground. For Emma, for our family, and for myself, this had to change.
Birthday party decoration | Source: Pexels
Barbara’s birthday was the perfect time to set things right. I spent the next week meticulously gathering everything for the party: chipped plates, mismatched cups, and day-old pastries. John raised an eyebrow at my choices but said nothing.
On the day of the party, Barbara was dressed in her finest, a sparkling gown and expensive jewelry. She welcomed her friends into the house, oblivious to my plan.
The guests were greeted by the sad spread of food and the thrifted table settings. Barbara’s friends exchanged confused and uncomfortable glances, while Barbara tried to maintain her composure.
Hands holding cans of beans | Source: Pexels
“Lucy, what is all this?” Barbara asked, trying to keep her irritation hidden behind a forced smile.
“It’s a special spread, Barbara,” I said sweetly. “Like the gifts you give Emma.”
Her face tightened, but she said nothing. The room buzzed with awkward conversations.
Then came the gifts. Barbara tore into mine eagerly, expecting something grand. Instead, she found an old, broken chair, wrapped up nicely. The room fell silent.
“Lucy, what is this supposed to mean?” Barbara’s voice wavered with anger and embarrassment.
An elegantly-dressed older woman | Source: Pexels
“It’s what you’ve been giving Emma,” I said, standing tall. “You dress her in rags while you live in luxury. How is that fair?”
Her friends murmured in agreement. Barbara’s face turned red, and she seemed on the verge of tears.
“I… I didn’t realize it was that bad,” she stammered. “I thought I was teaching her humility.”
“Humility?” I echoed, my voice trembling. “You’re just making her feel less than. That’s not what family does.”
A man with a child on his lap | Source: Pexels
Barbara looked around the room, seeing nods of agreement from her friends. She took a deep breath. “I’m sorry, Lucy. I really am.”
John, who had been watching quietly, stepped forward. “Mom, Lucy’s right. Emma deserves better than that.”
Barbara looked at him, her eyes glistening. “I never meant to hurt anyone. I just… I thought I was doing the right thing.”
John sighed. “We know you didn’t mean any harm. But things need to change.”
A woman embraces another with a smile | Source: Pexels
Martha, one of Barbara’s oldest friends, spoke up. “You know, Barbara, this reminds me of your childhood. Remember how you hated hand-me-downs?”
Barbara’s face softened. “I did hate them. I guess I never dealt with those feelings properly.”
I looked at Barbara, seeing her in a new light. “I didn’t know.”
“It’s no excuse,” Barbara said quietly. “But I’m trying to do better now.”
John hugged her. “Thank you, Mom. It means a lot.”
A man hugging a woman | Source: Pexels
From that day forward, Barbara changed. She stopped bringing old clothes for Emma and instead began contributing positively to her granddaughter’s life, buying her new clothes and toys.
The relationship between Lucy and Barbara improved, marked by newfound respect and understanding. My bold action, driven by love for my daughter and a desire for fairness, ultimately brought the family closer together.
In the following months, Barbara’s transformation was remarkable. She not only
changed her behavior towards Emma but also started volunteering at local shelters and food banks. She began using her resources to help those in need, turning her past actions into a force for good.
A woman with a “volunteer”-printed T-shirt holding a food parcel | Source: Pexels
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