We split up our trip home, spending a night in London and a night in Reykjavik. It was absolutely the right decision. It still took about 12 hours to get home from Iceland, and I was crashing hard by the time we hit our layover in Seattle. But we made it, and we’ve recovered (mostly).

London was a quick overnight, but we had a full day in Reykjavik. It had a gentle, relaxing feel to it, and we did a lot of wandering around the city.

Our guesthouse was at the top of the hill, near the cathedral and the Laugavegur strip. We were also around the corner from a sculpture garden, and I found it more compelling than I would have expected. The art drew me back to the stories I read as a child (I have fond memories of D’Aulaire’s Book of Norse Myths).

We spent a couple of hours at the National Museum of Iceland, looking at some satisfyingly old artifacts.

K insisted that we dress up in their costumes, of course…

This was our first overseas trip in many years, and it was a great experience. I’m looking forward to the next one.