Cas and I have a sort of lazy day pattern of waking up slowly on weekends or holidays- at least whenever possible- where we delay getting out of the bed as long as we can. When we do eventually get up and face the day, we invariably will ponder the question, "Do you think the floor is still lava?"
Today, I pulled up the awesome countdown app I use on my phone that tells me how long it will be until important stuff, and I saw this:
I've been pulling that up for a quick glance every morning. But as we slowly rolled out of bed today, I said we'd be in Iceland next week, and there's a chance that the floor there may actually be lava.
Whoa.
So that's the big reveal. If you haven't been close by enough to hear me excitedly pondering Icelandic things and wondering about how many pairs of hiking socks to put in a suitcase in June, the answer to "Where are we going?" is Iceland.
I am fascinated by all of the things that appear in our travel itinerary. The spellings are impossible looking, the accent marks on the words are a puzzle I likely won't crack and the I'm guessing that the literature we've reviewed is not really preparing me for the gorgeous landscape, the strange, near-constant summer daylight and the sheer number of waterfalls we're about to encounter. The rain jackets we road-tested in Seattle are headed out with us, and I think they'll be pretty important.
So that's it. We're jamming long sleeved shirts into rolling bags this week and heading back across the ocean to celebrate the coming ten year anniversary of our first big trip together- the one where I left with a fiancée and came home with a husband. It's still a blast to travel with Cas ten years in. For now, we pack. I will check in when we start the journey! Wish us a Góða ferð (Icelandic for good trip, pronounced go-tha-ferth, according to Google)
Skál! (Cheers!)
