If you\u2019re looking for something different within the current global crop of music festival offerings, this one certainly stands out.<\/b>
\nOh, Iceland. When I went in late June for the fledgling Secret Solstice Festival (the first was held in 2014) it was my fourth trip to the tiny island nation of 350,000 in the North Atlantic. It won\u2019t be my last. You see, I\u2019m an unabashed Iceland fetishist. Seriously, just ask any of my friends and they\u2019ll tell you how borderline obnoxious I am about Iceland. Constantly spamming their Instagram feeds with photos from there, on top of imploring them \u2014 and others, including random people I meet within minutes of meeting them \u2014 that they should really, really go to Iceland.
\u201cIf you\u2019re traveling to Europe, fly Icelandair because they allow you to do a stopover in Iceland for up to seven days,\u201d I\u2019m known to tell people. \u201cJust carve out like 48 hours during your trip and check it out. I swear, there\u2019s no place like it on Earth. It\u2019s like being on another planet. You can thank me later.\u201d
I know something about this. It\u2019s how I first became hooked on Iceland, how the wee little nation adorned with freakishly breathtaking scenery first set its hooks in me. I was flying to Paris for a friend\u2019s wedding and right around the time I was going to book my ticket and I read something about the stopover thing. It didn\u2019t hurt that Icelandair\u2019s fares to Europe are usually among the cheapest of any airline flying in and out of the U. S. So I took the plunge and booked a stopover that was to last almost exactly 48 hours \u2014 my flight in to Reykjavik landed at around 7am on a Saturday morning and my departing flight to Paris left at around 7am on Monday morning. Little did I know that I would barely sleep at all during those 48 hours. And it wasn\u2019t because I was on any kind of drug-fueled bender or something. Rather, I just couldn\u2019t get enough of Iceland and I wanted to use every moment I had available to me to take it in. I caught up on sleep when I got to Paris, which is saying something on its own. Obviously, 48 hours was not going to be enough, so I\u2019d returned a couple of times after.
But this Iceland trip I took in June \u2014 man, this may have been the best one of all.
Secret Solstice takes place \u2014 as you might have guessed \u2014 during Iceland\u2019s summer solstice. This year\u2019s solstice featured 96 hours of straight daylight, and the whole experience was bizarre and disorienting in the best possible ways. You really haven\u2019t lived until you\u2019ve gotten up at 2 am to go to the bathroom and the sun is shining in through your window and drunken Icelanders are kicking a soccer ball around on the street outside. I\u2019d long wanted to experience this extreme daylight event (I\u2019d already experienced nearly 24 hours of straight darkness in Iceland a couple of years back during the winter) and centering a music festival around it in one of the world\u2019s most unique places is a minor stroke of genius on behalf of the festival\u2019s founder. (Side note: If prolonged daylight isn\u2019t your thing, the Iceland Airwaves Festival coming up in November is a great time to go as well.)
That all said, here are some thoughts\/feelings I\u2019d like to share about Secret Solstice, and about Iceland, arguably my favorite place on the planet.<\/p>\n

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