…At the airport, I mean. Literally, nothing. No buildings, no trees…just the most eerily beautiful landscape, at the most serene international airport (Keflavik) we´ve ever visited.
We shuttled in, checked into the hotel, stuffed our tummies with pickled herring, and napped. A nearly perfect arrival. Knowing Niina´s flight would come in later in the afternoon, we figured out the walking directions to her hostel (about a mile or so away) and planned to meet her there. Only, she didn´t know this was the plan. So after calculating the time it would take for her to retrieve luggage and ride the Flybus into town, we headed out.
Reykjavik is so cute! Everything is so tiny! Even the highways. No, ESPECIALLY the highways! People are very nice…and tall! As we walked further into the city center, the streets became even narrower and the buildings very tiny and adorable in that Hollywood studio sort of way.
As she and I caught up, Chris stuffed every storage spot in his clothing (and those of you who know him know that he´s nothing if not a heavily pocketed dude) with adventure brochures and entertainment catalogs. Somehow, we managed to fit him, brimming pockets and all, into Dori´s car. It´s so hard to believe that the last time the four of us were together was exactly 10 years ago, at our wedding.