During a colder month I visited Blue Lagoons to see a different face of the coast. Mornings were crisp; the bay held a mist. Migratory birds had arrived — ducks, geese, shorebirds in flocks. I took long walks bundled in a sweater, listening for calls.
I made warm breakfasts — oatmeal with cinnamon, nuts, dried fruit — and hearty soups for dinner (lentil, chicken tortilla). I spent afternoons reading in the clubhouse, sipping cocoa by a portable heater, chatting with snowbirds who stay long term.
At dusk, the light was softer, the wind gentler. The pier glowed under cold stars. The coast in winter has quiet elegance. It reminded me that every season at Blue Lagoons has beauty — one just needs to slow, listen, and see.
