It is illegal for nature to be this damn beautiful. After spending a night in Vík, Day 5 of my Icelandic voyage led me to Dyrhólaey, a volcanic formation at the southernmost point of this nordic island nation. The definition of unobstructed views.

Witnessing Reynisdrangar and Reynisfjara Beach with its black sand against the gloomy whiteout sky made for an astonishing contrast. Basalt sea stacks beneath mountainous cliffs. Natural geological landforms beyond comprehension.

Flocks of Atlantic Puffins and Northern Fulmars nest on isolated boulders in the sea. A nontropical promontory, exquisite and curious. Howling wind, forceful with its presence. These are the feels. Visceral, visual. An organism such as this.

2022. The year of Balance. Calling it out already. More memories.

Dear Iceland, kindly start us off with the picturesque lava columns.

Cave Hálsanefshellir below. Mountain Reynisfjall above. Dark pebbles.

By the way, someone check my spelling. Icelanders love long words.

Exploring jaw-dropping wood configurations outside Dyrhólaey.

Nature’s furniture that makes Restoration Hardware look pathetic.

Yo Quiero Que Mi Baile

This is the eighth year of Story. Hold on, I am having a moment right now. Seven indelible years of traversing earth, roller coaster assignments, and risky endeavors. That stroll down memory lane always gets me emotional and hyped at the same time.

To know this journey is only going to get better stimulates my central nervous system. Life-changing opportunities are approaching in 2022. And I am not talking about salsa class. Something much bigger. Manifest it, I finessed it. Ariana told me to.

Oro, estás listo para esto? Es nuestro momento de poner en práctica nuestro crecimiento como hombres, como creadores. Mira, la vida es más fácil que nuestro pasado. Este año tomemos lo que ya es nuestro. Amor y gratitud, hermano.