I did not realize how much I’d missed Iceland until my best friend and I drove away from Keflavik airport.
I don’t have words about why this a restorative place for me. It simply is.
As is our practice, my friend and I did the two hour drive from the airport to the Snaefellsnes peninsula in only eight or so hours. We did stop once for a nap alongside the road and for coffee twice. Yet still. Restorative travel is slow travel.
We love to stop and enjoy places that touch our soul and that aren’t necessarily on a tour map.
We had two wonderful surprises when we arrived at our hotel. We had planned to stay three nights (and prepaid) but had, due to the cancelled flight and extra travel to get here, spent one of those nights in Minneapolis and the other high in the air.
The first surprise was a gift of desert and nonalcoholic organic wine from my friend’s Seattle children—for us both for Mother’s Day. So dear.
The second was a restorative gift of dinner from the hotel because of our lost nights of stay. Their restaurant is considered a destination restaurant, and we had not planned to eat there ($$$$$). We pretended we were judges on Top Chef as we ate food that we would never before have imagined eating.
After dinner, I had a nap. At 8 PM we were on the road again. A nearly midnight sun makes after dinner travel a possibility.
This morning. Restored.
We are finally off to the Westfjords. I wonder how long the four hour trip will take?
House of Grace 