No client calls, no group chat, no itinerary past the first day. Three days alone in Reykjavík turned out to be exactly the kind of recess I did not know I needed.
I drove the south coast without a plan and pulled over whenever something looked worth pulling over for, which in Iceland is approximately every four minutes. Waterfalls appear like they are trying to prove a point.
The city itself is small enough to walk end to end in an afternoon, which left plenty of time for a hot spring that required no reservation, no crowd, and no conversation unless I wanted one.
Solo travel gets a reputation for being lonely, but this trip argued the opposite: it is the fastest way to remember what you actually want to do with your own time, once nobody else's preferences are part of the record.