Atypical museums and an allergy to horses, just another Icelandic Monday
After a very full Sunday--and with some members of the family still struggling with jet lag combined with what is effectively 24 hours of daylight--everyone got a late start to Monday. Harper and Penn were booked on an Icelandic horse riding excursion, so Ned dropped them at their pick up spot on his way to the Iceland Costco to gas up our car. More on their trip later. Ned's two must-do Reykjavik museums were the Icelandic Punk Museum (yes!) and the Phallological Museum (much less yes). But, we swore til death do us part, so we set off together for what I decided to call (with good reason, as it turns out), the penis museum. It was another blue sky Reykjavik day, and the city was showing off its best colors. What does one eat before going to the penis museum? You guessed it--hot dogs! They were as good as on day one; again, it's the crispy onions. Then, the penis museum. The back story: a totally not-at-all creepy and super-normal Icelandic guy--who worked in a grade school...