The grey golden circle
Well, the Icelandic rain finally caught up with us on the day we were driving the Golden Circle, making it a bit more grey but also a bit more "real Iceland" than it would have been had we set off on a bright, blue sky day. More Bjork Homogenic than Post , and suitable for any Sigur Ros (who--in a piece of exquisite timing--we'll be seeing June 6 at the Anthem). But first, brekky! I found a coffee shop down the street that was so cool, it's in its name: Emille and the Cool Kids. Ned ran out in the drizzling morning to grab bagels (or beyglur, which seems both so cute and a secret Beyhive reference), pastries, and coffee. The cinnamon roll was particularly good--I'm eating the leftovers this morning as I write this blog. Yum! Then, we grabbed all of the rain things and our swimsuits in case we made it to the Secret Lagoon before it closed (spoiler: we didn't) and raced down the rainy roads to pick up Penn's sunglasses at the "horse garage" (TM Ha...