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 big basket of warm rosemary bread and butter with our meals. Mary, Ellie and Amaya all had the famous fish soup with chunks of fish in a tomato/curry/coconut milk base. We realized that it wasn’t “traditional” Icelandic cooking–but we didn’t care. What a nice way to finish our trip. When Mary went to pay, the owner/fisherman asked her whether it was best to say “Happy Holidays” or “Merry Christmas” to Americans. How in the world did he know there was a slight controversy about that in the states and we can barely say “thanks” and “good-by” in Icelandic?

There was nothing on the menu that worked for Louis, so he ate at a local pizza place and then Ken and Louis made one last visit to the Irish Bar to catch up on all the latest soccer news. Mary, Ellie and Amaya shopped the afternoon away (and met three 18-year Australian girls who had just graduated from high school and were traveling around the world for six weeks) and when we met back at the jeep, we were all pretty happy.

We are in our flat for the night. We bought groceries at Bonus, our favorite low-cost supermarket (again). We ate hot dogs (again) prepared in four different ways. We’ll spend the evening here in Keflavik, near the airport, and fly home tomorrow.