It reminds me that I was in Iceland once. A few lifetimes ago. I can't even remember exactly under what circumstances. I believe it was when Icelandair was offering the sweet deal of a stop in Reykjavík for no extra charge between the States and Europe, on a ticket that itself was a sweet deal: less than $300 r/t is my recollection.
|Ayhan, as I remember her|
But back to Iceland: I stopped there to visit another schoolmate from my year in Germany. Edda Herbertsson was her name, and she was studying German during my school's summer recess, the summer I arrived. We hit it off well enough and stayed in touch. So when Ulla and Emile invited me to their wedding, and this Icelandair deal appeared, I thought, why not?
|I believe that main street is where|
the Herbertsson shop was
Only later did I realize, her last name was all wrong. Icelandic women's names are appended by -dóttir, not -son. She should have been Edda Herbertsdóttir—if, that is, she wasn't in fact going by her father's surname, which I now think maybe she was. In any event, the poor man I asked probably thought I was—oh, just another confused young American, most likely. Of whom they'd been seeing a lot lately. Thanks to Icelandair.
I vaguely remember the beautifully colored buildings of downtown Reykjavík. But nothing more, not really.
Clearly, I need to go back. I think I'd like to go for a self-guided month-long photography and hiking tour. A little bit of a return to forever. David wants to go to Iceland too. It'll happen. I do think it will.
But for now, this was an interesting little trip down memory lane. For me, anyway :-) I hope a little bit for you too, though I'm sorry it was really more about my memories than about Iceland. And now: to get in touch with Ulla (just to say hi) and Christine and Carina. It's been too long.