And so it comes to an end . . .
Apologies for the very delayed post. The last few days of our cruise, which officially ended and deposited us in Reykjavik yesterday morning, was comprised of two sea days and one stop in Isafjurdur, a town of 3000 in northern Iceland. The sea days were a blur, just miles and miles, and miles of ocean, and not much else to do but eat and sleep. Now that might sound like the perfect holiday for many, but for us, it was a few more sea days than what we could handle and we literally started to suffer from cabin fever! Joe getting his steps on deck We are now on solid ground though still suffering from “mal de debarquement,” a French term for the rocking imbalance we feel despite being on dry land. We have again filled our days with much activity upon arrival in Reykjavik and despite having visited this lovely city only four years ago (it was our trip right before the pandemic shut us all down), we were able to hit up a few places that we did not
