At the Airport

The yogurt is so good in Iceland. I stuck the last one we had in my carry-on bag and then forgot about it (mixed fruit but coffee, melon, orange and all the rest are just as good). Anyway they pulled the bag aside at security and searched it forever, had me empty it, but still…

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Last Visit to Reykjavik

Well, the Ostabudin restaurant, and the lunch menu in particular, was all it was cracked up to be. The catch of the day was perch, lots of it sitting on a cranberry, pumpkin, pomogranate seed sauce. Chunky and salty and sweet. This is what Ken had, and it really was wonderful. We also devoured a…

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Siglufjordur (north) to Reykjavik (south)

We made the trip from the north of Iceland to the south today. I’m guessing it would take 4 or so hours in summer, but after the snow storm last night, it took about 8 hours. We have the upstairs flat of a home in Keflavik tonight–and it’s nice to be here. The first 80…

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Rutsstadir Farm Experience

Ellie and Amaya posted pictures from our Rutsstadir farm experience, but we didn’t write about it yet. I did email mom and dad shortly after when we got to Siglufjordur. The emails really capture our family and my response to the farm: “It was just remarkable mom. We found the Rutsstadir farm. Dogs everywhere and…

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Dalvik

I was looking forward to going to Davik because that is where the ferry for Grimsey is located. Mary wanted to go because the Kaffihus Bakkabraedra is said to have the best fish soup (not stew apparently) in all of Iceland. We did find the ferry terminal, but the ferry was on its run to…

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Speaking of Bjarnasons

We spent the afternoon in Akureyri, and in the bookstore coffee shop, Birkir Bjarnason was behind us in line for his drink. (He is the incredibly handsome midfielder for the Icelandic national soccer team.) We were pretty sure it was him, but Mary went over and asked him, and it was. I told him that…

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Saved by a Bjarnason

We were driving on gravel for a couple of hours yesterday, and just after we got back onto the main road, the Ring Road, we had a flat so we had to pull over. We got all the luggage out of the jeep and got the jack, but some of the pieces weren’t there so…

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Satykkisholmur to Siglufjorour and Family

We leave the west coast this morning to drive to Siglufjorour, a “winter wonderland” right on the north tip of Iceland. But the drive itself will take us through the district of the Gafl farm where mom says,”Sigurdur Thomasson and Katrin Arnadottir had a child, Jonas Sigurdsson. And Jonas Sigurdsson and Sigridur Bjarnadottir had three sons: Johannes Jonasson…

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