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nwhikerOr day 12, since I counted our traveling day as 0. Or 13, since technically we left on Saturday... Anyhow. Doesn't matter.
Up early, did most of packing and headed the swimming pool for a last multi-temperature soak. I wasn't feeling great, but this helped.
Our first stop was to the Icelandic Handknitting Association. David had gotten a sweater there on our last trip and the elbow (like all of his sweaters) was in sorry shape, a gigantic hole. So we went and purchased the yarn he'd need to repair it, and another sweater he has, and he got some tips on how to do it best. We got grey yarn and black yarn (his sweater is grey, black, and white), and brown for the other sweater and it never occurred to me at the time to get white yarn too, so we could make a hat or something to match his sweater. Sigh. I can buy the yarn online, and probably will. I was tempted to get some yarn to make myself a hat -they even had kits!- but was afraid of jumping the gun a bit on ability vs cost, LOL.
After, we drove to Hallgrímskirkja. We missed it the previous two trips, the day we were planning on visiting, Perry was sick and not up for the walk, and I have no idea why we didn't go last time, so I was determined to get there. We didn't have a lot of time -actually, considering how early we got to the airport, we would have but eh, we weren't sure and would rather be early than stressed- so we knew we couldn't stay long or to listen to the organ music that was supposed to start in 30 minutes or go up the tower, but we were able to check out the outside, and go inside to visit a bit and gape at the organ. The interior was simple and soaring. The place is truly impressive, the architecture evocative of the basalt columns found in various places in the country. I loved the stained glass doors at the inside entrance, alas as I tried to take photos, people kept on coming in and out and I ran out of patience at time, LOL.
Then to the airport, car return, etc. Boarding and a stoke of luck.
I know I've complained before about how we always seem to have our seats changed at the last minute, to where we end up in the back row in front of the toilets? Well, this trip, on the flights we booked aisle and window on each leg. Didn't matter for the way out, of course, since we were rebooked, but the way back was different: maybe because we weren't together, neither of us was moved, and for the Oslo to Reyjavik trip, we just swapped our aisle with the dude in the middle seat. For the trip home, we figured we'd do the same, but... nobody was there, so we had an empty middle seat. Had not expected that, tbh, it was just another strategy to avoid sitting by the toilets!
Anne-Chloe picked us up in Seattle and we went home to cats!
Up early, did most of packing and headed the swimming pool for a last multi-temperature soak. I wasn't feeling great, but this helped.
Our first stop was to the Icelandic Handknitting Association. David had gotten a sweater there on our last trip and the elbow (like all of his sweaters) was in sorry shape, a gigantic hole. So we went and purchased the yarn he'd need to repair it, and another sweater he has, and he got some tips on how to do it best. We got grey yarn and black yarn (his sweater is grey, black, and white), and brown for the other sweater and it never occurred to me at the time to get white yarn too, so we could make a hat or something to match his sweater. Sigh. I can buy the yarn online, and probably will. I was tempted to get some yarn to make myself a hat -they even had kits!- but was afraid of jumping the gun a bit on ability vs cost, LOL.
After, we drove to Hallgrímskirkja. We missed it the previous two trips, the day we were planning on visiting, Perry was sick and not up for the walk, and I have no idea why we didn't go last time, so I was determined to get there. We didn't have a lot of time -actually, considering how early we got to the airport, we would have but eh, we weren't sure and would rather be early than stressed- so we knew we couldn't stay long or to listen to the organ music that was supposed to start in 30 minutes or go up the tower, but we were able to check out the outside, and go inside to visit a bit and gape at the organ. The interior was simple and soaring. The place is truly impressive, the architecture evocative of the basalt columns found in various places in the country. I loved the stained glass doors at the inside entrance, alas as I tried to take photos, people kept on coming in and out and I ran out of patience at time, LOL.
Then to the airport, car return, etc. Boarding and a stoke of luck.
I know I've complained before about how we always seem to have our seats changed at the last minute, to where we end up in the back row in front of the toilets? Well, this trip, on the flights we booked aisle and window on each leg. Didn't matter for the way out, of course, since we were rebooked, but the way back was different: maybe because we weren't together, neither of us was moved, and for the Oslo to Reyjavik trip, we just swapped our aisle with the dude in the middle seat. For the trip home, we figured we'd do the same, but... nobody was there, so we had an empty middle seat. Had not expected that, tbh, it was just another strategy to avoid sitting by the toilets!
Anne-Chloe picked us up in Seattle and we went home to cats!
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