Day 1 in Iceland

 When we were here last in May, I bounced off the plane full of energy, vim, and vigor. This morning I arrived 6:30 am, went smoothly through customs, and didn’t have to have anything shoved up my noes—huzzah! The bus took me from the airport to a stop practically across the street form the guesthouse where I am staying, and—with the luck of the Irish—I was able to check right in instead of waiting till 3:00 pm. Also quite luckily they were still serving breakfast, and I dropped my duffle off in my room and headed down to partake. 

As I sit here replete, I ask myself, « Where is my vim? Where is my vigor? Did I leave them on the plane? » I took the tried and true jet lag preventative (2 Dramamine, 2 melatonin, and a lorazepam), and I did sleep the whole flight, but I’m still quite woozy and sleepy. Maybe wine would have been better than lorazepam…Luckily I don’t have anything scheduled for the day except to get rested up for tomorrow’s first all day on a horse—oh, and to buy some more wool (plötulopi in the vernacular).Never can have enough Icelandic wool.

But for now, off to bed!