(27) Iceland Dreaming … our last full day

There is something surreal when you “wake up” from a dream, but find that you’re still dreaming.

I woke up the next morning in the ever-present day, knowing it was the last full day. Yet even with the ‘end’ in sight, there was palpable peace.

When you know that you’ve had not only one perfect day but 16, there is a glow of thankfulness that permeates contentment into every moment… even the last ones.

The window revealed the rain was back

and last night’s journey to the center of the earth…  🙂

…was still marinating deep in our hearts,

so we were definitely not in any hurry.

 

We were tired.

We were full.

And as much as the rhythm of the road had become our own, we were ready to embrace this last day and hug it tightly goodbye.

 

With that said, we took a drive to see the backdrop of Ben Stiller’s famous skateboarding scene in The Secret Life of Walter Mitty.

 

Took a small ‘hike’ above the town

Then had to see one more Iceland waterfall up close and personal … for ol’ time’s sake. 🙂

Then on to lunch back home

until our landlords recommended a fish and chips food cart, featuring fish caught fresh that morning (or the night before).

Ummm… yeah! (duh)

And it turns out, this fish cart was right where we had watched the fisherman the day before. We might have even seen our fish!

Spitting rain, and a bit chilly, they offered blankets to eat on their picnic tables. And having finally lost all coyness, I went up to ask them if I could get a picture. But funny, because when all the other seated customers heard me ask, they all stood up in a barrage of “Us too!” Ha. (And I get the one looking at everyone else but me! 🙂 … Such is life – and photography. 😉

 

Then, there was one more lighthouse on my bucket list  and a yellow sand (unheard of in Iceland!) beach.

 

This is the cliff they rapelled for eggs.

 

And down below is the yellow sand beach… no explanation given for its color. None needed.

Difference is always beautiful.

 

And it seems fitting that my last Icelandic landscape is looking southwest

… looking toward home.