At last, the grand vacation is over, as I am on a train hurdling towards Providence and scrapping together an article about Iceland for my job council's monthly newsletter. I'm weighing the options as to what to write about, and none of them seem particularly interesting. Most of what remains of the trip lies in the Lululemon grocery bag of candy and cookies for coworkers and loads of pictures (in addition to the mounds of luggage in my possession today). Let's be honest here, I've never been terribly good at being an efficient packer, but pictures of what I ate always made a compact souvenir.
Skyr, a yogurt.
Sea Baron. My personal food-related highlight had to be the Belgian waffles with rhubarb jam, chocolate and whipped cream with a latte at Tíu Dropar. Assuredly, I will continue having dreams of that meal for the rest of my life.