Flying in was pretty easy breezy. Had some Icelandic fish dish and crab cakes on the plane. Pretty tasty.
The rest of the flight was pretty much spent sleeping cos the personal TV crapped out while I was trying to learn the language and not be an ugly american refusing to speak the language. Good thing we have books to teach us... I think.
After landing and going through another security check to make sure we didn't somehow acquire a bomb or anything mid-flight the trek was on through Keflavik airport for money exchange, baggage claim and to find Dori, our driver.
I'm pretty sure, Keflavik airport doesn't want you to find your bag because the exit is an unassuming triple glass door that leads to the underground railroad. *Hum with me now*
Baggage was waiting for us on the turnbuckle as was Dori with my name on a dry erase board. BTW - Dori is about the size of my leg.
Off we go on the road to Reykjavik!
Pretty boring drive for the most part but I was bored, in a car with Roy, a small Icelander named Dori with a small voice. As I talked to him I couldn't hear a word he said... not to mention the accent. Which is really dope by the way. I need to learn this language. Just to be big and brown and speaking Icelandic... cos I think it would be funny.
On the way into town he informs us after a short conversation on the phone that we aren't able to check into our apartment until 3pm.
Its 730am!
He calls back to let the keepers know we are heading straight to the "main office," which just so happens to, I believe, be someone's home to drop off our bags and figure something out. Turns out the owner's wife is sometimes "too nice" in accommodating visitors and someone is checking out today. We compromise on 1230 and decide to walk about town.
Its 8am... ish!
Icelanders' don't start their days until at least ten... except one coffee shop that's smaller than our kitchen but they're nice and speak english and I think every fashionable Icelander between the ages of 25 and 35 walked in for the morning cup.
Freaking out here! I need to be European and dress like these people... effen amazing and cute and so far forward for a country that fits inside Texas. Believe me, I'm going to grow the balls to take pictures and create a site dedicated to these people. GORGEOUS!
Walk around town a bit more and find an Illy Espresso Cafe. Which makes us pretty stoked considering this is one of our favorite brands of coffee.
So here we sit... using free wireless... drinking an Irish Coffee at 1030am... yes with Whiskey!
We're on vacation in Iceland!
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