Most people celebrate their birthday with cake and maybe a halfhearted dinner at Chili’s. Me? I go to Iceland. Twice. Two years in a row. Because nothing says “another year older” like chasing whales, watching lava flow, and getting tattooed by a stranger named Martyna while snow threatens to freeze…

Spoiler alert: Iceland is basically the world’s spa day, but with more sheep and less cell service. While visiting, I decided to embark on a noble quest: hop into three of Iceland’s most famous hot springs, marinate like a human dumpling, and then rank them from “would live here” to “cool, but pass me…

If you’ve ever dreamed you would eat your way through Reykjavík while questioning every life decision as you hand over your credit card, welcome to the club. On my trips to Iceland, I set out on a noble mission: taste as much food and drink as my bank account (and pants)…