<font color="#ed2308">On 24th August 2025, I travelled to Selfoss.</font> <font color="#ed2308">Selfoss: a quiet, low-slung town that feels like the beating heart of south Iceland, not far from Reykjavík but with a vibe all its own. It's small and strung along the ?lfusá River, with the 1940s ?lfusárbrú bridge arching over the water: still sturdy, still tying the town to its roots as a trade hub, ever since the first bridge here linked the south's farms to the capital back in 1891. Funny thing: its name means "waterfall" in Icelandic, but there's no cascade in sight: just flat, gentle streets where almost everything in the center is a short walk away.</font> <font color="#ed2308">No grand scenic spots to chase here, just little bits of everyday charm: a café with steam curling out the door, a shop window glowing with woolen sweaters, locals chatting on benches by the river. I didn't rush to tick anything off a list: just wandered slow, breathing in the crisp Icelandic air, and let the town's calm sink in. Sometimes the nicest visits aren't about "seeing" things: they're about feeling like you've stepped into a place, even just for an hour. Selfoss was exactly that: quiet, warm, and just lovely to be in.</font> <font color="#ed2308">This wasn't just leaving a stop on the ring road from Selfoss; it was saying goodbye to a place that had offered calm amid the chaos of Iceland's grand landscapes, a town where the rhythm of life moved to the flow of the river and the rustle of the wind through the trees.</font> <font color="#ed2308">And one day, I'll return to Selfoss: to walk your bridge at sunset, to savor kleinur from that little bakery, and to fall in love with your quiet, unassuming charm all over. Until then, I'll carry you in my heart, a gentle reminder that sometimes the most memorable places are the ones that wrap around you softly and stay with you long after the journey moves on.</font>