We had booked our flights to Reykjavik before we had even come close to settling on a final wedding date. Eager to take advantage of some killer pricing, we booked flights with my family about a year out and hoped everything would fall into place in the meantime.
We left Pittsburgh around dinnertime and after a few airport cocktails were able to sleep most of the six hour flight into Reykjavik. It was still dark as we navigated our way from the rental car pick-up into the city to grab a leisurely breakfast before meeting back up with my family for some groggy sightseeing.
The landscape is like being on another planet, ranging endlessly and interspersed with mossy fields and snow peaked volcanoes. We’d probably over-packed for the cold, and were lucky enough to have pretty mild weather the entire trip, with temperatures hovering in the mid 40s.
We’d been properly warned about the price of eating out, but were surprised by an incredible dinner at Apotek our first night. An eight course tasting menu set a high bar for the rest of our meals for the week.
After staying at a hotel our first night, we shifted into an AirBNB that seemed to be kept in some magical mid-century time capsule. Impeccable linoleum details in the kitchen almost made me regret tearing nearly every inch of fiberglass tile out of our house. Aside from a shower that was heavy in sulphur (think egg hair) I’m ready to house swap with Bjarni whenever he’s ready.
We had all the good intentions of turning in early on our last night so we would be well rested for our flight to Paris, but ended up pulling an all-nighter to catch another glimpse of the Northern Lights.