(edited to add: Friday, September 15, to Saturday, September 16)
I've been planning this trip for years. When my darling daughter finalized her plans to decamp for parts abroad, I knew that I had to seize the time.
As it turned out, darling daughter's flight left at the same time mine did, so we had one more opportunity for a hug and a kiss. I was rather -- well, we will draw a curtain over that part. I will not see her again until December at the earliest -- and if I do see her earlier, it will be because something has gone wrong.
I decided to fly WOW Air to Edinburgh, with a 19-hour stopover in Reykjavik -- sort of. It turns out that Reykjavik is 45 minutes away from the airport, and I had to be back at the airport at 5 am so.... I booked a hotel in Keflavik (more in the next post).
(image description, myself in 1989 as a young mother in a colorful sweatsuit, holding darling daughter the almost-toddler between my knees while corralling a puppy with my other hand. Posted here to show that the hairdo I had in 1989 is identical to the hairdo the darling daughter has now -- she had no idea).
The night before the flight, Sue Dibrowa slept over, because she is moving to upper New York State before I return. We have been colleagues and friends since 1985 -- 32 years! We sat up telling stories and (ahem, consuming adult beverages) until the wee hours. I confess I felt a bit worse for wear Friday.
My first plan, weeks ago, was to book an adventure tour in Iceland, like going to the hot springs. And then I had second thoughts -- what if I arrived exhausted? So I decided to wing it -- to see how I felt upon arrival. If rested and vigorous, find something I could do at the tourist desk at the airport, and store my luggage. If in need of rest, well I'd go to the hotel and proceed from there.
The flight was quite uneventful. I was hoping that I would sleep, but noooooo. Well, I dozed but not what I would call sleep. I took a taxi from the airport to the hotel, which was rather droll, as my driver only spoke Icelandic and I have zero of that language. Nevertheless, we chatted away for the 10 minute drive, to each of our satisfaction.
In the next post, what I ended up doing in Iceland.
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