We left way early for Logan airport.
Jo doesn't like to be stressed out about being late and there were so many chances of that happening. Michelle dropped us off at Wickford junction and waited and saw us onto the commuter train because a) they aren't reliable and b) we'd be screwed if that were to happen. But the train was less than 30 minutes late and we loaded up our luggage and settled in for the two hour trip to Boston's South station. The kids read their books from their scavenger hunt (Evan is being a meerkat in this photo) and napped a bit. Then we ate lunch at South station and took the Silver line to the airport.
At the airport we walked past a terrazzo world map and I asked the kids to point out where we were headed. Vivian uncertainly headed for Australia while Evan smartly jumped on to Iceland. He must have remembered from when I showed it to him on a map in Austin to explain why we couldn't drive there. He surprises me. Sometimes.
We ate again. The incoming aircraft arrived. With nordic efficiency they took care of business and we pushed off from the gate a few minutes before 830pm, our scheduled departure. Evan sat back, yawned enormously and fell sideways and into deep sleep for the rest of the flight. Vivian got out her headphones and settled zombie-like into movie watching.
A couple of hours later just off the coast of Greenland we were witness to a splendid sunrise and by the time we touched down at Keflavik airport at 5am local time it was bright but not sunny outside. We walked into immigration under a Viking sign - "Better weight than wisdom a traveller cannot carry" feeling slightly self conscious about our two heavy bags. There were no immigration forms to fill. There was no one at customs. Easiest arrival in a foreign country ever.
We got our car and drove out to Kopavagur on the outskirts of Reykjavik and to our horse farm vacation rental. The kids scrambled up the hill outside the bedroom door while I followed with my camera and noticed the profusion of bluebonnet blooms all around us. Then we finally got into bed and slept till after noon. So far Iceland feels like home.
Jo doesn't like to be stressed out about being late and there were so many chances of that happening. Michelle dropped us off at Wickford junction and waited and saw us onto the commuter train because a) they aren't reliable and b) we'd be screwed if that were to happen. But the train was less than 30 minutes late and we loaded up our luggage and settled in for the two hour trip to Boston's South station. The kids read their books from their scavenger hunt (Evan is being a meerkat in this photo) and napped a bit. Then we ate lunch at South station and took the Silver line to the airport.
At the airport we walked past a terrazzo world map and I asked the kids to point out where we were headed. Vivian uncertainly headed for Australia while Evan smartly jumped on to Iceland. He must have remembered from when I showed it to him on a map in Austin to explain why we couldn't drive there. He surprises me. Sometimes.
We ate again. The incoming aircraft arrived. With nordic efficiency they took care of business and we pushed off from the gate a few minutes before 830pm, our scheduled departure. Evan sat back, yawned enormously and fell sideways and into deep sleep for the rest of the flight. Vivian got out her headphones and settled zombie-like into movie watching.
A couple of hours later just off the coast of Greenland we were witness to a splendid sunrise and by the time we touched down at Keflavik airport at 5am local time it was bright but not sunny outside. We walked into immigration under a Viking sign - "Better weight than wisdom a traveller cannot carry" feeling slightly self conscious about our two heavy bags. There were no immigration forms to fill. There was no one at customs. Easiest arrival in a foreign country ever.
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