The flight to Iceland was smooth—even getting on the plane felt like the start of a foreign country. We arrived jet lagged (2:30 am Boston time) at the airport but were promptly met by Northern Lights–young woman van driver said her two favorite things in Iceland were hot springs and looking at sculpture. The airport had a big egg with a tail hatching out–a dragon’s egg, I presume.Later I was amused to realize I’d quizzed her about Iceland’s educational system, and found out about college and vo-tech too. We were very lucky to be able to check in and go go straight to sleep! Northern Lights is a bit chic and bit cozy, with a full view of the admired geo-thermal plant–steam billowing. Feels a little Soviet Union to have industry as a view. Woke up at lunch (onion soup and smoked salmon–really EXCELLENT smoked salmon) and then walked (more a half hour than “across the road”) to the Blue Lagoon, enormous human made hot spring–indeed very blue–salt water–with silica sand you can rub on your skin. Lots of tourists, but mostly European. Suddenly I thought I understood Icelandic, but Kath pointed out it was Spanish (familiar even if I don’t understand IT). Snack of more smoked salmon. There is NO TIPPING in Iceland.
Right now overlooking vast flat barren stretches of lava, pocketed with gorgeous wildflowers from tiny white bell shaped ones to great clumps of lupine (presumably not native) and brilliant purple ones and yellow composites.
Some seagulls dive bombed us.