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 something with water showed up. Finally we found the yogurt in a side pocket and I got through, but the young security officer had to throw it away. Honestly, I thought about asking if I could just open it up and suck it down without a spoon. (Remember the guy who tried to smuggle the yogurt past us and then when we found it, he tried to suck it down before we could take it away from him?)

Mary and Ellie are constantly exploring. They are out exploring the airport right now. Amaya and Louis are with me watching our bags. We are probably ready to come home–Mary and Ellie could keep finding new adventures I’m sure. We didn’t get to the eastern part of the island this time,  but we did a pretty good job covering the west considering the conditions. We need to come again in late spring/early summer–lots of good fishing and better access all around. We had so many good experiences with Icelanders who helped us with flats, shared their love of football (mostly Liverpool which was okay with Amaya), gave us tips on sites and restaurants. The best conversation we had was with the owner of the bar in Dalvik. No one there but us and we talked about so many fun and surprising things: his wife’s family came from Grimsey; he was a Liverpool fan; he had been to Florida which voted for Trump, and everyone has guns (“It’s like they are at war,” he said); the highs of opening a new bar (lots of Canadians coming back to see where they came from. “I’ve even named my guest house Gimili,” he told us); the wonderful local beer he featured (one was a chocolate porter that I tried and even with a cold, I loved it); and his popular fish soup — featured in Icelandic guidebooks — which was why we came (but he only makes in summer).

See you all when we get home!