It’s taken me over three months to write this final post, so the memories are at this point a touch fuzzier. (Don’t let the posted date fool you – that’s set to match the actual date of the trip.)
Sunday was our final day in Iceland, and we hadn’t yet spent all that much time in Reykjavik itself. We spent the morning generally bonking around the city, looking at tourist sites and visiting the art museum. We also mocked statues, because that’s a thing you do:
The Reykjavik art museum had an exhibition about the less visited interior portions of the country, which was good, because we visited those parts less.
To finish our stay, we hopped back in our car and drove around the Reykjanes peninsula. This is where the airport is, and therefore where Dan spent Thursday morning, but Leigh hadn’t seen any of it, and there’s a lot to see. Driving around randomly looking for lunch brought us to a delightful little oceanside cafe in Grindavik that mainly just had lobster bisque, but that’s OK, because it was *good* lobster bisque.
We took a picture, but I’m not going to bother adding it, because it is seriously just a picture of a bowl of soup.
What IS worth staring at pictures of, however, is this:
The little boards sticking up are where the previous walkway was, before the vent moved and melted it. Kind of made us feel safe standing on the CURRENT walkway. Also, Iceland continues to look like another planet. From this geothermal field, it was a quick drive over to the coast. And another stunning view. Iceland is terrifyingly pretty.
Nearby was a statue dedicated to the last surviving pair of Great Auks, who were summarily murdered on a nearby island so a collector could have them stuffed. People are awful.
And on that cheerful note, we headed back to the bridge between continents that I had visited on the first day, so we could wave at each other from North America to Europe:
And with that, it was time to fly home. Iceland is pretty. You should go.