Nothing open late...
so it's a hot dog for John..
and pistachio nuts & skyr (Iceland delicious yogurt) while we sat in the parking lot.
This is just to show the lack of posh and perfection that we all know about with travel! ---- mishaps and a few tiffs and irritations - all part uprooting and getting on a plane and going away from our routines. I do it often, and I'm still amazed at how I still expect travel to be perfect.
So here we are after a long beautiful day - with hopes to find a lovely roadside restaurant - and there is KFC (and as much as I'm flexible this particular trip with my vegan ways - there is no way I'm sitting there and ripping greasy meat off a bone - or watch John do it!) - so we search and search - but if you are outside Reykjavik, you won't find too much...but so gas stations.
All part of the travel package deal.
As much as cranky happens - there is something about the Icelandic air, so thin, so fresh, that the cranky lifts so much quicker... we decided to bring some air back too in a jar...
