We did not hit the ground running today—unlike travel days of the past (see: the start of our gap year travel). Instead, we moved deliberately and more slowly with virtually no agenda.
The title probably isn’t funny to anyone but me (I seem to inherited my dad’s terrible sense of humor), but there’s a joke in there! We had to abandon our plans of a year of travel back in early September when my back decided it was too cranky to carry on.
So that I don’t forget everything we’ve done recently in my attempts to catch up in this space, I’m jumping ahead a moment (and a few countries) to the past several days in London.
Our fifth day in Iceland was one of my absolute favorites—full of the kind of otherworldly sights that make this country so captivating.
After a terrible night of sleep (see: all five of us in a single hotel room) but a fairly hearty hotel buffet breakfast, we headed off in the direction of Húsavík, which is known as a prime whale watching spot in northern Iceland.