We Take Ourselves With Us

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...

No one does museums like the Kress-Davis family.  We show up when they open and leave as they're kicking folks out the door!  Are there special exhibits?  We'll see them all.  Can we participate in something?  Sign us up?  Are there games to play, movies to see, lots of stairs to walk?  Sign us up! We saw   Animals Inside Out , a magic Fairy Castle , a crazy huge IMAX movie about the Last Reef (which made us feel horrible about wearing sunscreen while snorkling), the real U505 German Sub, chicks being hatched, and tornadoes and tsunamis being formed.  We made our own toys, danced in slow motion, ran in fast motion, simulated earthquakes and landslides, visualized our DNA, and trained to be submariners, and charted international airline routes.  In short, we spent about 7 hours at MSI-Chicago and still missed stuff.  Here are some highlights: We love museums!!!!