The Reykjavik airport is very small (think of a US regional airport) but is a major connector for people continuing to Europe. Add construction in their passport control area to groggy/grumpy fliers and you'd think the atmosphere would be somewhat combative, but everyone just quietly filed into lines and waited patiently. Thankfully, we had no trouble meeting up with Eric Moore, who flew in from Dulles. Yay for small airports!
We found our car rental company and piled into the transport van, then spent 10 minutes playing Tetris with our six suitcases and miscellaneous carry-on bags to make it all fit in our Kia Sorento. Was a challenge that we won!
Diving away from the airport, it's immediately apparent that Iceland is a volcanic land: the smell of sulfur came through the air vents and took a while to become accustomed to. Not overwhelming, but definitely noticeable!
The landscape was so reminiscent to me of Scotland, I loved seeing the craggy hills and low cloud cover again.
OK, friends, I've just realized that this blog site will no longer allow me to post pictures. ☹️ Without the pictures, the blog just isn't very fun, so I won't be making many updates. Follow me on Facebook (just search for Julie Linstruth) and Instagram (juliestruth) for all the fun.
