Blue sky cool
So, several months ago, when it dawned on me that our flight was landing at 6:30 am Iceland time, which is 2:30 am at home, I had the foresight (likely because elves) to add the night before we arrived to our super lovely AirBnB. This decision initially seemed foolish when we landed because we were hopped up on travel adrenaline. Then seemed very, very wise, when we crashed--hard--and slept for several hours. When we pulled ourselves out of our duvet-cossetted slumbers before noon, glancing out our bank of living room windows we found a very bright and blue sky Reykjavik awaiting us. Three of us set out in search of food, while one of us was still dreaming. And, as 24 hour access Americans, we were surprised to find that most restaurants in Iceland are not open for lunch (even when their websites might suggest otherwise, ahem). Sidebar: this pattern would hold true throughout this trip--places would be closed kind of randomly, which made me wonder if this is an Iceland thing, an i...