|Reyjavik City Hall|
But to backtrack, last spring, life was pretty miserable* and one morning I thought, "Why not run away from all of this and go to Iceland?" Of course it was impossible. I couldn't selfishly take a vacation by myself while my family languished at home, but the idea of Iceland was stuck in my head. And then a miracle happened: our whole family was invited to visit a friend in Germany. It would have been difficult for all six of us to do this, so I volunteered to stay home and take care of the dogs so that Jon and the kids could go. And I would get to go to Iceland, alone.
It turns out that solo travel is a thing for women my age. Middle aged men buy a sports car, middle-aged women grab a backback. And for years, I've thought about doing just this: buying a ticket somewhere and taking off on my own. Why Iceland? I have been really interested in it for a long time. It's geologically fascinating, it's beautiful, and it has a long and interesting history. I requested the time off from work, bought a ticket, arranged accommodations, and the trip was set. I'll write about my adventures there in the next few posts. I'll just say, I was quite nervous about this trip, but none of my fears were realized and it was an amazing getaway from start to finish. (There was a disaster at the end, but I was already back on US soil by the time it happened.)
*It wasn't just about messes. There's a lot of really stressful stuff in my life that I don't blog about.