That morning I awoke somewhat less than eager; the knowledge that I was leaving that day was weighing heavily upon my mind. Nevertheless, my plane left that afternoon and I couldn’t afford to miss my flight. So, I pulled up my big girl panties, went to enjoy one last Icelandic breakfast, and then drove off into downtown Reykjavik to check out the Handknitting Association of Iceland’s shop in hopes of finding something to take home. The drive into the city during rush hour was actually very fun and empowering. Especially since I had truly learned how to drive a manual in the past weeks and traffic was no longer an issue. Finding a parking spot wasn’t so easy and once I found one I ended up breaking the law because I had foolishly packed all my Icelandic cash. American credit cards don’t have PINs so I was unable to use my card in the available meters. After deciding to risk it I booked it to the store for some shopping. The shop was really cool, if I were someone who had interest in creating objects and clothing out of wool I probably would’ve been in heaven. As it was, in my typical fashion I was unable to find anything that suited my fancy and so I left empty handed.
Today was to be my last full day in Iceland, as such I’d saved one of my favorite activities for this day, horseback riding! After a ton of research I signed up for what was going to amount to a full day ride. Considering it had been about month since I had ridden regularly with everything going on, it might not have been the most well thought out decision ever. Really, though I wasn’t too concerned. Sure, I might be incredibly sore, but I was going to the Blue Lagoon tomorrow and then off on the plane to Ithaca, NY to begin my re-acclimation to the States.
Unlike yesterday I woke up this morning once again excited to hit the road. The only downside to my awakening was the realization that I only had two and half days left in this wondrous place. I was determined to make my last couple of days count, so I headed off onto the road after enjoying one of the quick Icelandic breakfasts I’d come to love so well. My first stop was Skogafoss, a waterfall that my hostess from the night before had recommended as a must see. To be honest, my first impression was less awestruck at the beauty of the waterfall and more confusion as to why there were people everywhere. However, I still greatly enjoyed the waterfall, although the stairs to the top were killer! I was starting to really get the hang of this whole “photography” thing, I felt, and it was a lot of fun to test out different ideas I had in presenting the beauty of Skogafoss. Imagine my delight when I found the perfect opportunity to catch the reflection of the waterfall in a puddle just as I was driving away! Overall, in spite of the glut of people that I was no longer accustomed to, I still had a fun time at this particular waterfall.
This was the first day I woke not so ready to hit the road, it was gloomy outside and for some reason I was just not feeling the road. Nevertheless I packed up my Duster and headed out once again. After I started driving, my spirits rose as I took in the sunrise reflecting off of the still pools, glaciers, and mountaintops. My goal today was to see the glacier lagoon, Jökulsárlón, and from there head to Svartifoss and a glacier walk before spending the night in Vík which was a popular tourist destination.
Much like every other morning I awoke refreshed and set to packing my car so I could set out on my adventure. Today my plan was to make it to Höfn and spend the night there in the hostel. I’d heard that there was a wonderful Icelandic restaurant there where I could sample some Icelandic lobster and given my normal penchant for amazing food, I was eager to sample their version. The hotel offered a breakfast along with the room charge, so I headed over to the restaurant hungry and ready to begin my day. Imagine my surprise when I entered a room with white table clothes, flowers, and candles on the table. Breakfast was lovely and I have to say that given the chance I will definitely take the opportunity to enjoy a candlelit breakfast again.
Once again I woke up feeling refreshed and excited to begin my day. One thing about Iceland, I slept like a rock every night, excluding the one where I was sick, which was a bit of a surprise to me because I’m not always the easiest sleeper in the world. For the most part the beds were comfortable and I was usually so tired every night that I fell asleep almost as soon as my head hit the pillow. That morning I did my usual neat packing up and started getting everything back into my car, but for the first time my host was up and came out for a nice morning chat. It was a very nice way to start out my day, especially when she steered me away from taking a road that I had considered taking, apparently it was snow covered and through some very hairy terrain. Instead she pointed out another route that wasn’t so difficult, but would still provide some nice scenery, and so I headed down the road after saying good bye.
“A psychic just called me gullible,” I thought to myself, “Now isn’t that just a tad bit ironic?” She’d asked me if I was into that “online dating crap” and then warned me away with the words, “You trust too much, you believe that they are who they say they are.”
Talk about a slap in the face from someone I’d never met. It’s not every day that I’m essential called gullible and by a psychic no less. However, if I’m being honest as I always try my best to be, I cannot say that no one has ever used that or similar term to describe me before. Hell, I even wonder about that myself on occasion. Strangely enough that next morning I found myself in the bathroom, looking myself in the mirror, and telling myself that my persistence in trusting wasn’t the problem. It was other people’s unwillingness to be honest with themselves and by extension me. Of course it couldn’t be me. Except it could most definitely be me and if I wasn’t to blame entirely, I most definitely had something to do with the equation.
I started off that next morning easily, the night before I had planned out my route, so I had a good idea of what the day was going to hold and I was confident that I could get it all done. As usual, nothing was going to happen quite the way I expected, but that’s part of the adventure, isn’t it? With another great Icelandic breakfast filling my belly and a full gas tank I set off down the road with a smile on my face. Unsurprisingly, before too long I came upon a view that just begged me to stop and take some pictures. I happily obliged and even found some sheep to grazing to add to the picturesque scenery. One of these shots ended up being another favorite from the trip; that’s if picking 500 or so from 2600 pictures can be considered having any sort of favorites.
As if to make up for the terribleness of the last day, this day dawned beautifully with an incredible sunset over Lake Mývatn. Once I saw the scenery outside, I sprang out of my bed and threw on my clothes as quickly as possible so I could get outside and take picture. Sadly, my picture doesn’t do it justice, but it was the perfect way to begin the day. After I finished up with my pictures I headed back inside to pack up my room and then have breakfast. This was the first place I’d stayed that included breakfast and I was curious to see what it was like because I’d heard quite about the weird Icelandic breakfasts. They did make an effort to have some typical breakfast fair of yogurt, granola, cereal, and the like, but I loved that they had some wonderful breads and meats too. Apparently that is a pretty Icelandic thing, which I thought was totally kickass because I’m not a fan of cereal or even yogurt really. After finishing my breakfast, I turned in my key and headed out for the day.
So another Valentine’s Day is here and I am still single, actually I’m in the throes of the failure of my first crush I’ve had since my ex and I broke up almost two years ago. Not surprisingly, today has been an interesting day for me. My mood has vacillated from happily determined to remembering what this day means in my life to love and to moroseness that I cannot quite seem to get this whole “man thing” right. Sometimes I truly wonder if what my “friend” told me many years ago is actually true. Are some of us destined to go through life alone? No long lasting true partner, no children, forever the loner? Yes, he said it to be cruel, but that doesn’t negate the thought. Honestly, at this point in my life I have to wonder… As it is, I’m already coming to the stark realization that there is a pretty good chance that I’ll never have children. Should I also be laying to rest my womanly dreams of the love of a good man, someone to be my partner in this life? Sometimes I wish I had an answer to that question.