The weather has turned foul and it matches the way we feel. We have hunkered down in Reykjavik and put in the time wandering, souvenir shopping, hanging out in cafes, and generally being bored and miserable. We are both tired and sick with head colds and we're in the stage of just wishing we were home. We know that, when we are home, we will look back on this trip with fondness and pride, but, right now, we're fed up.
We braved the rain on our last night and enjoyed a wonderful prix-fixe dinnerand met two wonderful young Canadian, Jen and Chris, who were enjoying all the highlights of a trip to Iceland. One of them, Chris, was on the final leg of a round-the-world journey that has included China, Russia, Estonia, and now Iceland. Jen, her best friend, joined her here and they will fly home together on our flight tomorrow. Their youthful energy and enthusiasm lifted our spirits a bit and made us feel better.
This morning loomed windy, grey and absolutely horrible. We enjoyed a farewell breakfast with our Willie Nelson host and talked about Cuba and Iceland's woes. We drove to Keflavik and saw the most beautiful rainbow in the midst of the storm. The car was dropped off, and here we sit in the airport, biding our time until the flight.
This journey will rank as one of our best and most taxing. But this is why we do it. Every once in a while, we emerge from the cocoon of our comfort zone and spread our wings. But we always return home, and, when we do, home seems so good..... better each time we return. Will it ever reach a point where the travel makes home look perfect, and never a place to leave? The answer, of course, is yes.... but only after we have taken our last journey. And that is not for some time yet.
Thank-you Iceland for letting us roam like a couple of gypsies for two incredible, beautiful, frustrating, painful, inspiring, hilarious weeks.
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