It took about 20 minutes to walk from the car to the glacier edge, along a rough path. Everyone who passed us noticed us -unsurprisingly- and we heard what I assume were congratulations in many different languages.
I was so completely panicked with anxiety that I considered asking for a few moments before it began, to calm myself. It was all unfolding in-front of me though and this was the moment I had dreamed about for the past year, there was no way I could stop and risk ruining the moment of walking down the aisle (or in our case, sliding down a bit of volcanic rock covered glacial ice as gracefully as possible with three people in tow).
The glacier changes daily so picking a precise location would have been impossible, but we knew exactly the kind of spot we wanted. Aaron and half our party went ahead so picking a place to get married was on him. As I turned the corner of the glacier fork and saw the spot where they were stood, my anxiety disappeared and I couldn’t stop smiling. The sound of the ice dripping and creaking in the Summer sun was all I could hear and it felt as though we were the only people for miles.
Our celebrant was amazing and our ceremony was really personal and special, we both read the vows we had written and our celebrant spoke throughout the ceremony, including quotes we asked to be included. Unlike the UK, in Iceland they’re very relaxed and there’s no requirement to say anything specific to make it legal although we still incorporated some of the traditional stuff.
The ceremony was all I cared about, as it was the only part of the day that really mattered after-all and it went perfectly. The weather, location and most importantly the people who were there made it everything I had hoped for and more.