This is it. The last Europe post.
By this point of the trip the bags under our eyes were large, the bags over our shoulders were jam packed with no sense of order, and our bodies were beat down and bruised. Traveling for a month and switching cities every 3-4 days is tough on your physical and mental state no matter how beautiful and how compelling your destinations.
Tatooine or Iceland?
I think that's half the challenge of traveling for long periods of time.
We decided to tack on one night in Iceland, because what the hell why not? It's becoming a super popular travel destination and a convenient gateway to venture to another place. But really, it looks like something out of Star Wars. It looks like a desolate planet. It's crazy how empty it is. How quiet it is. I'd like to return back to Iceland for a couple more days and see what's outside of the city.
Since we essentially had 18 hours of sightseeing we booked an Airbnb smack dab on the main street and checked it out. It's cute. Kinda like, visiting a mountain town cute. Little boutiques and shops of all budgets. Except, things are kinda expensive in Reykjavik. But I suppose when you're an island that imports every single thing, you would have to draw a line in the sand somewhere. No, we didn't eat puffin (HOW COULD YOU) but instead settled for a place that served only bread bowls and you only had two options, meat or vegetarian.
Apparently the town is famous for its friendly, and plentiful, cat population.
I don't hate that!
No need to speak Icelandic. Because you can't. They speak perfect English anyways.
All those Sigur Ros albums won't help you at all.
After some souvenir shopping and a belly full of soup, we snuggled up in bed long before the sun set, at midnight. We woke up long after the sun rose, at 3am.
Yeah. You heard me.
Reykjavik to Boston. Boston to St. Paul. St. Paul to Denver.
Close to a day later, we were home. Just like that, nothing was "hard" anymore.
Though don't get me wrong, we were happy to be home and feel some sense of schedule.
But give it a few weeks and I'll be ready for my next adventure.
What's it like being sharing 30+ days on the road with a significant other? It's amazing. It's hard. It requires patience and compromise sometimes. It's romantic. There are crabby days. There are laughing so hard you cry days. I think traveling with a significant other is important. I think traveling with yourself is an equally important side of the same coin. I love sharing our memories together just as much as I look forward to exchanging stories of our solo excursions. And I know there will be plenty of both in the future.
Next Up: ???
1000 Icelandic Krona = $8 USD
Svarta Kaffi, I miss your bread bowls.
Your smile is too good for words, Wood.