Made My Day Friday

I'm heading out the door to work just now and as I'm walking to my bus stop I see my bus coming. And even though I know it's a slim chance I start "running" to try to make it to the stop in time. Knowing it's fruitless but also knowing the next bus isn't coming for 20 minutes. 

And guess what?  The bus pulls up next to me and stops a block before the stop to let me on. How sweet is that?  A great way to start the day and makes up for the bus that passed me by on Monday. 

Baking

As I wait in the cold for my bus, I'm planning out warm weekend plans. I really want to try baking a Schichttorte. Nothing like a warm kitchen on a sunny Sunday. 

Has anyone else been watching The Great British Bake Off on PBS? I'm surprisingly hooked. I knew about the show since it's a BBC production in it's fifth year. It's first year state side. But I never thought I'd be interested in it. I realize it was because of all the American cooking competition shows. They are so maliciously competitive and I'm just not in the mood for that these days. 

But the British are so civilized. All the competitors are so nice and supportive of each other - the other end of the spectrum from the cut throat approach of the American shows. The show even came up in conversation when I was in Iceland. 

I've been wanting to bake some of the items on the show but this cake is definitely on the top of the list. The contestants were not wild about it - lots of work. It's a 20 layer cake where you cook each layer. 

I do have experience with 20 layered cakes. Still to this day, I have friends comment on the 26 layer cake I made at a dinner party awhile back. For that cake you baked 26 thin cakes and then compiled it. For this Schichttorte, you bake a layer, then add more batter on top and bake it again. I'm amazed it works. I think it's because you're broiling it. I'll need to check out my broiler to even see if the logistics will work. 

I did find an American recipe - the version in the show's web page is all based on British weights. 

Well, we'll see if I have time to make it this weekend. For now it sits in my Pinterest world. 

Back in Boston Update

I’m back!  It was nice having Nick pick me up at the airport Tuesday night.  The flight was a bit delayed and customs took awhile.  They added these computers which I thought were supposed to make things faster but I don’t think that’s the intent.  It replaces the old cards you filled out by hand.  And you end up with something like this:

 

Yup - it took a picture when you’re at your lowest - long flight, end of day, not realizing what you’re doing.  All in all, didn’t get home until late Boston time and super late Paris time.  I don’t know what I was thinking going into work the next day.  I was doing well in the morning getting ready and then I just crashed.  The jet lag is still with me as I write this almost a week later.  I keep waking up at 3 am - ugh.

 

Luckily, I live in a condo, so all the major snow removal was taken care of by neighbors.  After storm 1, I had dug my car out.  But after storm 2, I figured I didn’t need my car since I was leaving a couple of days later so just shoveled snow in front of it.  After storm 3, my neighbors had dug me out.  But after storm 4, it was a lost cause. 

 

I was thinking of shoveling it out this weekend but there really is nowhere to put the snow.  And the snow is hard to shovel, being older melt/freeze snow.  So I’m living the urban life and walking to places.  Luckily I don’t use my car much as it is and everything is a block away.  Saturday I ran errands via foot - library to return my Paris travel books, bank to deposit checks, and vet to pick up cat food, and grocery store to stock back up.  Check this out - of all the strange things I saw on my trip, this probably ranks near the top, and it was at my grocery store around the corner.  From the cabbage family.

 

This weekend I basically spent sleeping, unpacking, sleeping, doing laundry and sleeping.  I’m surprised how tired I am.  But I guess I don’t have the excitement of the trip to keep my energy level on uber drive.  To celebrate being back, I had a glorious “American” breakfast.  I love the pastries, but I also love a nice full breakfast/brunch.

 

Check it out: cornmeal waffles with real maple syrup and a side of applewood smoked bacon, boiled egg, grapefruit, salad with baby greens, salmon, blackberries and a  cheese I brought back from my travels (it’s not as good as it was in Paris, still good, but not the same) and a glass of OJ.  And you know what, after I gobbled it down, I was still a bit hungry.  I do love me the big breakfast in the morning.

 

Nick came over for lunch and baked me a cake and I opened all my wonderful gifts and birthday cards.  I forgot what it’s like having young cats around with wrapping paper.  The little “kittens” loved the mess.  Their favorite toy was a bit of plastic packaging from a wooden Rubik’s cube that I received. 

 

And this morning, I’m still amazed at how high the snow banks are on the way to work, even after the little bit of melting we had yesterday. 

 

It’s super cold and unfortunately my tree at work didn’t make it while I was gone.  It wasn’t doing that well when I left but am surprised it just gave up all of a sudden.

 

And now I’m playing catch up with emails - still, and getting back into the swing of things at work and home.  Lot’s to still catch up on.  But I did enjoy my new Roku at home that I finally installed - I was able to watch PBS shows (through their app) and even british favorites from youtube - all streaming to my tv.  Gotta love technology. 

Paris: C'est Tout!

I had grand plans of posting my Paris trip but I found my waking hours filled with adventures: exploring the city, shopping, visiting museums, eating the glorious treats, attempting to speak French and more shopping and wandering the quaint Parisian streets. 

The winter sale was extended and ends tomorrow, just as I leave. In Paris, the stores only have sales twice a year. It's nationally mandated. I don't understand it completely but I very much enjoy the result - beautiful French clothes I wouldn't usually consider at prices I can afford (usually over 50% off). 

I picked up shirts and sweaters (one reminded me of the salmon pink one I picked up 15 years ago), pants and a skirt, bijoux (jewelry) and even two wool coats. I never found a bag nor a petite suitcase so packing tonight shall be interesting. Especially since I did find a pillow I couldn't say non to. 

I'm writing this while enjoying my last dinner. At a little creperie on "my island". Of course on my last day I discover great little gems I would have visited every day. At least I have one more breakfast here. 

I'm surprised by my French. I just carried on a "conversation" while ordering and trying to make substitutions - I really want some French mushrooms before I leave. I understand more than I thought I would. And while I walk the streets I carry on pigeon French in my head - practicing. Yes - I'm that crazy tourist muttering to herself while admiring the beautiful architecture everywhere. 

I'm amazed how far I've come since my last visits to this beautiful city. When I was 15, I was so awkward and although I probably was in the prime of my French speaking, I wouldn't utter a word. Now, even when we've switched over to English, I still try to use my French. 

I actually met my 15 year old self, in a way, in the form of a young woman, Oksana, who's from St Petersburg and going to school in Lyon. We met on our way to Chateau Fontainebleau and ended up spending the day together. Although much more out going than I was, she reminded me a lot of my younger self. And in a way, compare how far I've come. 

And even, just 5 years ago, when I was here with friends and family. I remember crossing Pont Neuf, on the way home and thinking how lovely the houses were on the island. And thinking they must be only for the rich. Today, in my meanderings, I found the pied a terre we stayed at. As I was trying to take a picture through the door, a mother and her adult son came along, on their way home and let me in. I was able to learn, while in the cute little courtyard, that the building was being repaired and replastered. And indeed, when I left through the front, having come in through the back, I looked up and wouldn't have recognized the place. 

It was strange to see how much had changed in such a short period of time, myself included. Even just my approach to vacationing. Usually I'm quite frugal. Maybe it's because of the excuse of my birthday or reminding myself of my annual review I just had but I realized, I am one of those lucky few who get to live on that charming little island that my earlier self would wistfully admire each evening walking home. 

As I wrap up my visit, I tell myself this is not the end but only the beginning. Perhaps of a new tradition. As I enter into this new decade of my life, I resolve to enjoy all that comes my way. I've been flirting with the idea of having an annual pilgrimage to Paris. Maybe, this time next year, finds me again in this restaurant, bursting full, with all the glorious smells. And unable to finish the rich dessert crepe and the super rich hot chocolate, sweetened to taste. They give you sugar to sweeten it. 

Here's to Paris and my future return, some day. 

Paris Day 1

Paris is fabulous! Such a contrast after visiting in Iceland. I emerge into the city at the Notre Dame metro stop, the same I did 15 years ago with mom. And am struck by the sights and sounds and smells of Paris. 

Not much down time compared to Iceland. I'm on my feet all day and then crash at night. 

My first food in Paris?  A mid afternoon bowl if the soup du jour - french onion, to warm me up. More later. 

Iceland Day 4: morning

As I sit on the plane we are rocking back and forth.  I thought it was the loading of the luggage and other preparations. But it's so strong at moments and hasn't stopped. I realize it's the winds.  When I got off the bus from the hotel, my breath was taken away as I got off.  The winds were so strong I couldn't actually catch my great outside.  It was very disconcerting, like what an asthma attack must feel like. I quickly grabbed my bag and headed for the indoors. It's not that the temperatures are bad. It's the wind!

This morning I got up at 3:40, not having slept that well.  I thought I'd enjoy a deep sleep after a day of such activity, but wasn't really that tired and then felt like I should get sleep, but wasn't as I saw the clock go from midnight to 2 am.  I think I did get more sleep than I realized but time will tell later today.

I did make one big mistake.  I had booked the pick-up from hotel to airport for the 4 am bus. Although it was plastered on the ticket, to be ready 30 minutes prior, and that everything else over the days were based on a 30 minute prior pickup. I somehow missed it this time.  I think I didn't want to face having to wake up even earlier. I check out just before 4 am and then sit and wait.  At 4:10, with no one arriving to pick me up, I realized my mistake. 

The receptionist was really helpful and called.  Turns out they had come at 3:30 and the doors were locked.  I thought I'd have to catch the 5 am bus, which still should have been fine, but you never know.  My flight was at 7:40, and it takes about an hour to get to the airport. 

But in the end, I made my bus.  The guy came back, picking me up last (instead of probably first) and we made it to the bus terminal with ten minutes to spare.  It's strange, the little van drops you off and you walk through the bus depot, and go out the doors on the other side where the big buses are waiting.  This happened for the airport trips and the blue lagoon trip. 

After checking in - I did self checkin where you print not only your ticket but also the tag you put on your luggage. I made it through security minutes and walked through the shopping they tunnel all travelers. 

I have about two hours to kill so do a little window shopping at the two shops.  My souveigners up to this point were rocks I lugged back from the edge of the glacier and a few unspent coins.  On a side note, no need to get cash. Everywhere they expected you to pay with cards. I only used the cash for tipping the tour guides and breakfast that one morning. The rest is added to my collection. 

At the airport I find this danish store going out of business.  Still, I'm resolved not to buy any of the beautiful danish items since I'll be visiting Denmark later this year. I was able to get wireless and could check the price of this crumble Copenhagen map. With the sale, it's a great deal, so I pick one up. 

I also treat myself to a little Christmas ornament for the tree and a locally made bowl - both Icelandic made. Now I'm carrying around a fragile bowl in my bag. Fingers crossed the bubble wrap does the trick. 

Overall, the trip was amazing. I'm so glad I decided to tack the visit on my way over to Paris. Three days was a good length, and the order of journeys was perfect. I'm still struck by the cost of things, I don't think I mentally prepared myself for that one. My expensive hotel I prepaid online through one of the travel websites, tacked on a hotel,tax of nearly $100 per day making it the most expensive hotel I've ever paid for by far. But I guess this is nothing compared to the taxes Icelanders pay - something like 47%. 

I really got a sense of Iceland through the great tour guides. Hearing about what they were proud of and their friendliness and love of sharing their unique land.  The place is definitely changing, that was the theme - what was here three years ago was nothing compared to now, and even so the infrastructure struggles to keep up with the tourists pouring in. 

Although I struck out on seeing the aurora borealis, I did learn about the wonderful Norwegian mail ship from fellow travelers. And think I may try again next year in my quest to see the northern lights. In the meantime, I'm going to watch the short documentary on the inflight entertainment. 

Iceland Day 3: evening

After unloading all our gear and loading back onto our mini bus we headed just down the road to see a massive waterfall. 

This is when I was finding my camera wasn't working too well. I think some gritty ash got into the telescoping portion. 

We all 

Iceland: Blue Ice Part 2

As we were getting our"kit" on at the bus, I started to realize I should be fine. And I was. The trek was easy, just like my hikes in New England, except for a completely different back drop. 

After getting our harnesses on (for the ice climbing), sizing the crampons to our boots, we loaded them up on our pick axe and were on our way.  We first climbed on the lower hills of the mountains.  The squishy moss underfoot made for a pleasant new experience. Right off, one of the british couples struck up a conversation. This was their second trip and had done the helicopter ride to a volcano before and snorkeling just the day before, apparently the water is the same temperature year round. 

As we climbed, you couldn't help marvel at the ruggedness of the landscape, the mountains carved by the receding glaciers, the rocks and boulders scattered around, and the moss and grasses (like hay), growing at the lower elevations.  The melting water created these streams everywhere that we crossed over.  The weather had cleared up by the time we left the parking lot, no rain and the sky was starting to clear up. 

So by the time we reached the ridge you couldn't help marvel at the first sighting of the glacier. I don't know what I was expecting, but not what I saw.  It was glorious, with the grey clouds parting just above the tongue of the glacier in the distance. Still overcast, so traded grey skies for white skies.  It was just amazing.  I was happy to have just been able to see the glacier, let alone experience all the wonderful exploration the rest of the day unfolded.

We kept trekking, slow climb up, but not bad at all. If anything I got overheated with all my layers. Six on too with my long underwear, two cashmere sweaters, down inner jacket, winter shell, and the rented rain jacket. On the bottom, it was just right, my long johns, jeans, and industrial rain pants.  And my feet were great with my super warm socks and the waterproof rented hiking boots. On the head I had a bit too much and kept taking on and off my face mask which was under my winter hat, under my orange helmet, under my hood of my rain jacket. My winter skiing mittens were great, although by the end, the cuffs were soaked from pulling them on and off so much. I had no pockets in the rain jacket (they had busted long before) so found the best thing to do was to keep my camera inside my mitten. There was extra space, so could still grasp the ice axe when needed. 

We arrive to the edge of the glacier and take a break to put on the crampons and get debriefed on safety - stay single file was the main take away. Up until this point we were the loan group with just one sighting if a private tour of three people. As we were leaving to descend down to the glacier, several other tour groups our size showed up. I definitely choose the right tour though because they were only out on the glacier for a brief time - about 45 minutes maybe.  

We had arrived around 11:30 and probably departed around noon, with another 30 minute trek to the glacier. We didn't get back to the van until 5 PM. So a good five hours out, enjoying the scenery. 

We proceed single file down this very steep "path". It was barely a foot width wide and then we come to these two gentleman that have been working with just a pick axe to create these marvelous ice steps. I don't know how else we could have made it down. This was probably the hardest part to just now fall. 

Our guides take us up onto the glacier and we make our way to a moulan for our ice climbing.  If I've got this right, moulans are created from all the run off water as it finds the path of least resistance. They are everywhere, especially under the surface, making climbing so dangerous. If you cut the glacier open in section, it's like Swiss cheese - full of tunnels and paths. 

I didn't realize how well you could tell what part is the glacier.  Iver said it was a good day because the glacier wouldn't be covered with snow and ice.  I thought that was strange since glaciers are ice.  But it's such a different type of ice. That first step from the snow to pure glacier was amazing, like taking a first step on the moon. 

Before hiking on the glacier, we head off to find a good spot for ice climbing.  We head down to this "river bed" like formation. There are walls of this amazing glacier ice on both sides. The ice looks smooth but up close it has this bumpy texture of about a grapefruit indentation. And the coloring. It's like marble or some other sedimentary rocks, with these veins of beautiful dark blues. 

We make our way down, and Iver had scouted the ground with the long pole they use.  He directed us to stay on the middle part and away from the edge, along the ice cliff we will climb.  Which looking back, is strange since, later we walked on the "potentially dangerous" part when we were gearing up for the climb.  Maybe it was ok for one or two of us but not all 15 of us.  After saying, stay off certain parts, Iver and Thor proceed to leave us and climb back out to go attach the anchors to the top of the ice wall.  

It was a strange feeling, lambs at slaughter almost, in this deadend chasm, where you couldn't see a thing around.  At one point you could hear a mountain slide in the distance. A gorgeous way to go.  A moment later our guides appear far above. 

Iver gives us a little lesson how to climb up using the two pick axes and the crampons of your boots and how to climb down without hurting yourself with the sharp axes. It looks so effortless. And then the first two people go - we had two lines set up. 

It was not easy.  After the third guy struggled to make it up, I started wondering if maybe I should pass. They were using a lot of their upper arm strength to pull themselves up. But it turns out your supposed to mainly use your feet and I had an advantage. The rental boots are these heavy hard things that are perfect for getting a grip. I'm the second girl to go and the first one with the good boots.  I had practiced behind me on the cliff on the other side. Just two inches off the ground and got a feel for the angle of using the crampons. Plus by the time I had gone, there were a few holes from previous ice axes that you could build on.  I thought maybe I'd just go up a little and then call it quits, but several others had tried that before me and Iver would coax them to go a little farther.  Even some who were pretty much at the top, he'd encourage one more step. So it was all or nothing. 

I really surprised myself and did a great job.  I used mainly my feet and was able to make it up with only one slipping occurrence. The first guys slipped most of the way up. I did take larger steps, mainly because I knew my arms wouldn't hold out for too many swings.  You really had to lug the axe back to get a good hold - usually 2 or 3 times. Especially on the left arm, you got tired.  They were heavy too.  But I made it to the top and looked down.  It was a good thing I hadn't really looked down before this point - just to see where to put my for next - or rather kick my foot.  It was quite high and I got a bit of fear of heights moment, but not too much to take away from the beauty of climbing out of the cravace and seeing the glacier.  I walked down the ice face and was back on the "ground" in seconds.  

It was amazing how fast you got down compared to how long it took to climb.  I think I went relatively fast up the wall too. By this point I had made friends with another british couple and the Wisconsin couple on their honeymoon who took pictures for me.  

It was both fun and cringe worthy watching people climb. I did find my toes killed when I was back down.  They still hurt the next morning as I write this at the airport. Definitely bruised the big toes, but wanted to get good grips and didn't loose any toenails, which I thought for sure I did.

A few more people went after me and then we were off.  As we come out of the chasm, the crowds have disappeared and we're almost the only ones on the glacier. We spend the rest of the afternoon following Thor in single file, while Iver scouts ahead and figures out the best path. We stop periodically to take in the views and try to see the occasional mountain fall we hear off in the distance.  

It's an amazing experience.  Like being on the top of the world.  Looking one direction,the way we arrived, you can see the enormous force of nature, of the mountains clearly carved by the glacier, scraping the sheer cliffs.  And when you turn, with your back to the mountains all you see is the horizon line of where the endless white glacier meets the endless white sky.  You are struck with awe. 

We stop to see a mulan hole. Only one person can go down at a time and Thor is there very cautious you don't fall in as you lean over to peer down into this endless hole carved by four "streams" coming together.  We have no ropes and only his outstretched arm to catch you. 

Again the blue glacier ice is just striking in this over cast day. We climb out and off we go, stopping at this mound covered with ash from the 2010 volcano eruption and an eruption of another volcano a few years back

As we continue on, it starts to snow and we "hike" along a long endless stretch of glacier. 

Iceland: Blue Ice

The glacier was amazing!  When we first caught sight of it on our trek it was stunning. Not something you see everyday or even in your lifetime. 

More later - off to the airport. 

Iceland Day 3: morning

I'm off for my Blue Ice Adventure. I was originally going to do this tour first in case it got rescheduled due to weather. I really wanted to be able to go. But accidentally booked it for Monday instead of Sunday. I always forget European calendars start on Mondays and not Sundays. 

But I think it worked out for the best since the Golden Tour gave me a true taste of the weather. I was drenched and cold and only we were only outside for twenty minutes max. For this trip we'll be outside for 2-3 hours, depending on the weather. 

This morning I got ready and kept wanting to add more "just in case" items to my bag. An extra sweater - even though my torso was fine yesterday. Or my cashmere shawl/scarf, even though I brought my face mask.  In the end I decided on just a pair of extra socks. Mainly due to my bag being full and my boots being only 98% dry. Luckily I booked the extras - rain gear and hiking boots. 

I did find my camera was out of commission most of the time because of the rain and steam. I did see a guy with a bag over his so tried that out this morning. Looks like it will work. 

I packed my lunch from my fixings of cheese and salami and bread  I brought from home. 

I have 3 sandwiches, 2 power bars, 2 string cheeses, 2 chocolate granola bars and tea. I packed the same thing yesterday and only ate about half. But today I'm burning a ton if calories and won't be home until after 7. At which point I think I'll crash and not go out for dinner. 

I'm currently on the bus with 12 others. Yesterday I was the youngest amongst retired British. Today I'm the oldest amongst 20 somethingers, mostly American I think. 

This will be an interesting day. My two tour guides are Thor and Ivar. As we headed off Thor gave an intro. Apparently yesterday was bad with the wind and rain. He mentioned they were going to adjust their scouting, ending with we "Don't want anybody to die."  

So we'll see what today is like. For now I'm enjoying the scenery as we continue to climb on our drive and cross over the mountain ridge in very poor sight conditions. 

We just had our last pit stop. To pick up food and whatnots before heading to the glacier. The place was like a 7/11 and inside was abuzz with people in their snow gear - mostly tourists but also a few locals. This one guy pulled with a massive jeep. There's tons of these around but in Reykjavik they're mostly associated with tours. Even the mini-vans are jacked up on massive tires. And even the regular sedans in town you can often hear the metal studded snow tires. 

The gas station was the last outpost if civilization. Even from the parking lot it just went off to nowhere. 

It's feeling a bit like the ski club trips of my youth. The same rituals and pit stops. It's still overcast and drizzly and windy. We're all eating an early lunch on this final drive. I'm holding off on too much water since I really really had to go just now. Almost didn't think I'd make it. I hydrated up this morning - a little too much maybe. 

Can't wait for the hike/climb. We're approaching the mountains as we head inland from the south shore. 

Iceland Day 2: Evening

I got back to the hotel around 4:30. And I jumped directly into a hot shower after pealing off my wet layers. I was chilled to the bone - especially my legs. 

I have to admit I took one of the longest showers in a long while. But I had just learned all about the various power sources and knew it was a "clean" shower - minimum green house gases so less guilt. 

I felt so much better changing into a warm sweater and jeans and my slippers. I was on the fence of packing the slippers and the second pair of jeans. So glad i did. Two pair of pants would have been pushing it. 

I discovered my tv is stuck on the music video Chanel again. At least I got to see some non American videos while getting ready for dinner. Saw Steal My Girl a second time. 

I checked on my clothes and boots that I had laid out on the heated floor in the bathroom. The clothes are doing well but not my boots or hat. I pulled out my loafers and bundled up. The hat was dry enough to slap it on as I ran out the door in the hopes of arriving early at the Seafood Grill before it got too busy. I didn't have a reservation and heard it was marvelous from different sources - food blog, colleague at work and the planes magazine. They have a Taste of Iceland sampler that is just the thing to get the variety - all in one meal. 

I almost talked myself out if going since I was nice and cozy, not really hungry and the place was a hike. But tomorrow night I doubt I'll venture far, if at all. So now or never. 

I headed out and no rain. Just windy. My feet were ok, even with shoes with no socks, it's warm after all. I had my cozy cashmere shawl wrapped up as a scarf so that helped. I went through back streets and cutest little neighborhood. I spied the wallpaper in one of my hotel rooms advertised. With cactuses in the window!

The cutest little architecture. This red one is my favorite. Unfortunately darkness is descending. 

It was a bit if a hike up the hill and I'm a little worried about tomorrow's hike/climb. I'm a tad out if shape since I'm not riding my bike to work now. U should have down some training. Here's hoping...

I found another shopping center which makes Reykjavik suddenly bigger. It was missing the amount of stores I was expecting - they were just up in this neighborhood. 

The Seafood Grill is this cute little place. Nice and cozy with beautiful wooden ornaments hanging from the ceiling. I saw them yesterday at the design store. They were the one thing I almost bought. I snagged one of the last seats, in a cozy corner. It gives me a good view of the place and people watching. 

The first course came with some fish and roasted beef with some other stuff and foam on top. Melt in your mouth beef and the flavored are so modern and clean and layered.  As I'm eating I realize I was hungry after all. Still trying to pace myself and not eat too much bread. Too bad it's too dark to take decent pictures of the plates. 

The smoked puffin, whale, and goose sampler just arrived. I think the puffin is my favorite although I heard the whale melts in your mouth, not so much but still delicious. The goose I liked but am still chewing on it. The presentation is superb - this time in a wooden board the amuse boushes are around a central raspberry sorbet. I tried using it as a palette cleanser in between. There are so many little goodies if flavored and textures. I ended with the candied something. 

I'm going cross eyed finishing up the lamb dish. So many little components with moments of crusted sea salt. I have eaten more than my poor little stomach is used to. But couldn't help cleaning my plate. And next up dessert - I'm thinking I'll only have a bite or two of the white chocolate mousse. I'm a little worried though - the waitress just asked if I wanted coffee with my desserts. Yes - with an S. hopefully it was just her accent.  

Ok there's hope. I just took a bathroom break - all the water and am feeling better. Had my first BM of the day I realized. I still look like I'm expecting with my full belly. 

And the ceiling in the bathroom was this strange mix of hanging light bulbs, empty light sockets and big shower heads?!

Talk about presentation!  The dish comes out in another wide white bowl. The white mousse is arranged as three small mounds peaking out from under a thin white chocolate dusk about the size of a small grapefruit, sprinkled with candied nuts. The waitress presents the dish and then proceeds to pour a drizzle of hot caramel aver the top. The disk of chocolate slowly melts into the mousse in certain places in this slow motion journey, revealing a few raspberries and a small dollop of raspberry sorbet in the middle. 

It tastes delicious with the mix of mousse with caramel and raspberry sorbet. I did take more than a few bites. I couldn't finish the remaining disk of chocolate - too much sugar but I eat the rest. Ending with a bite of  the light sorbet. What a meal! I'm glad I have a bit of a walk home. 

As I'm strolling back and window shopping, check out this cool mobile:

A gentleman stops me on the street and asks if I speak English. I say that I do but that I don't know how helpful I'll be. He asks me wear the Seafood Grill is - the one place I know. As I turn back to point out the directions I see the grand church framed at the end if the street. I'm sorry I don't have time on this trip to visit but am glad I'm focusing on the outdoor excursions, no matter how cold and wet. I recommended the fish platter and headed on my way. A block later I realized I should have mentioned I hoped he had reservations. By the time I left I overheard the wait was two hours. 

On my walk home the empty street if my first morning is bustling. The Paris Cafe on the corner is packed, the English Pub next door isn't doing do well - two line figures at the bar. I guess although I've mostly seen British tourists, they don't want to go to the pub while on travels. A little further down the Brooklyn Bistro is busy as well as the Pakastanian place across the street. 

And that's me. I'm turning in and gearing up for my big excursion tomorrow - hiking on a glacier and ice climbing. I'm really glad I paid extra for boots, wind jacket and pants. Here's hoping tomorrow I'm not as wet and cold. I'm sure I'll be tired by the end of the day. 

Iceland: Golden Circle Tour

The theme of the day is being wet. It's not that cold but with the wind...  I did not prepare properly. I wish I had brought my rain pants. But that's right now while I eat lunch in wet jeans and long underwear. I'm sure in the long run its better I didn't since I only need them for this one day. The hardest thing is putting on my wet hat each time we get off the tour van. 

More later - gotta run. We're off on the afternoon leg. 

Iceland Day 2: morning

This morning as I was getting ready I had the music video channel on. I love Icelandic music so was hoping. But no luck. Steal My Girl came on which was nice and then Katy Perry's Super Bowl halftime performance - the whole thing. How strange. For breakfast I made a run to a local cafe and had a finish and hot chocolate. It was remarkably dead and dark - just me and one other - an Icelandic local. It's Sunday today but still it's a ghost town. 

On my walk back I decided to run up to my room and grab an extra sweater and scarf. Such a good call, little did I know what I was in for. I wish I had grabbed my face Mack and hardy skiing mittens too. A few minutes later my bus arrived, and a warm welcome from Solva, this 50+ year old tour guide and I knew I'd enjoy my journey today. 

Iceland Day 1: Evening

After getting dropped off in the city center coming from the blue lagoon I bee lined it to the store I spied the yarn. The Nordic store. I picked up several balls of Lopi yarn in plum for a winter hat. 

After stopping by a bookstore, Icelandic design store I realize this trips souveigners will be memories/moments and not things. Everything is ridiculously expensive. The t-shirts are almost $30!  Although funny not worth it. 

I check into my hotel finally and relax, unpack, and organize things for my upcoming day trips. I didn't realize how dehydrated I had become between the flight and the lagoon. I drank about 8 glasses of water in the two hours before dinner. (And peed almost as many times.)

I decided to eat at the restaurant downstairs. After I had made my reservations I found out its French - goes with the theme of my trip. I was the first one and after ordering the lamb I was joined by a retired couple from Canterbury. 

We had a pleasant conversation throughout dinner. The lamb was cooked perfectly and I loved the balance of the dish. It was just the right amount of food and I soaked up the juices withe remaining bread. 

The couple had been chasing the northern lights for awhile. Last being Norway and no luck. This was their last try. Unfortunately no northern lights for tonight. All the excursions are cancelled. I took a covert picture of them at one point: 

The wife and I bonded over the GreatBritish  Bake Off - I've been watching it on PBS and surprisingly love it. The husband was a civil engineer and perked up when he found out about our commonality. 

I retired to bed at 8 pm and slept almost nonstop until my alarm woke me up at 7 am!  As I was getting ready for bed I was amazes how soft my skin was all over. My face and hands had been dry all day but I think that was the weather/wind. The rest of me is usually ultra dry this time of year. I can't remember the last time my skin felt so good - amazing lagoon waters. 

Iceland: Blue Lagoon

It was so strange arriving. We turned off the ring rode and because it was fairly flat you could tell we were heading to a parking lot, and that was it. Nothing else in sight other than the tour buses and cars. But as we pulled up you could see a small building emerge in the landscape. But still quite small considering the Blue Lagoon is one of the wonders of the world. 

Everyone made a beeline towards this path that cut through the igneous rock formations. It was quite surreal as you wind along the path not quite sure what was ahead. 

And although not Boston cold, I was still a bit chilled with my layers of sweaters and jackets and hat. I couldn't believe in a short while I'd be stripped down just to my 2-piece. 

I had forgotten that the Blue Lagoon building is in my book of 1001 buildings to see before you die. 

The architecture is quite clean and Scandinavian. It seemed outdated but I think that's because I loved this type of architecture when I first started architecture school and by the end I had my fill since the style was so popular throughout studios. 

Still I couldn't help appreciate the "moments" the designer created. Especially the first one:

As you approach you first see some of the geothermal waters framed gloriously by the buildings' components. 

I decided to splurge and get a facial as well, but no luck, they were booked for the next several hours and I knew I'd be pushing my luck thinking my stamina would hold out. So off I went with my towel and robe (additional $20 rental). 

I pre-showered and loaded my hair up with conditioner as instructed and off I went. The place was abuzz and out the door I went, struck by the windy chill and buzz of voices and laughter. I quickly hung up my robe and got into the water as quickly as possible. 

The water is quite warm and everyone becomes heads bobbing on the surface to stay warm, staying submerged as much as possible. The water is this milky whitish blue with wisps if steam on the surface. At moments it can get so foggy you can't see across the lagoon. 

As I moved across I found the floor to be random - not always smooth and you'd stumble upon a rock. The water is only about knee or thigh deep in most places so it was a slow journey moving, submerged to the shoulders while not hitting the unusual terrain hidden below the murky water. 

It was quite warm with hot spots here and there. I spent about 45 minutes relaxing, moving about to find a quiet spot to relax. The majority were folks looking for a quiet experience with a few rowdy groups mixed in. Of course it was a group of young Americans that were the worst. But not horrible. I did the free silica mask that was found at stations in the lagoon. And mostly just sat/floated enjoying the relaxing warmth, people watching and amazed at the landscape I was in. 

For example - the cold. Although nice and warm I felt like it was summer and I had just gotten a brain freeze. By the end my ears were quite cold. The life guards were bundled up in fur lined parkas. 

I felt like I was in a small oasis. This little warm corner with this barren landscape as a backdrop. 

I really wish the place had a museum. Just a cafe and gift shop. No real explanation of how the lagoon worked. I kept trying to figure out where the intakes and overflow was, if it was directly heated, etc. 

As I was leaving I noticed how long the line was. By the time I left it was going out the door and they were announcing they were pausing entry since the lagoon was maxed out. 

In my way back to the bus I explored some if the surrounding trails. It was so cold and windy. I couldn't believe I was just bathing a moment ago. 

Made it to the bus and got one of the last spots. As I waited for the bus to leave, with my wet swimsuit in my hat - didn't have a plastic bag, I was very glad I made the journey. Such a great thing to do first thing off the plane and if I were to do it over again I would take the bus directly from the airport. And save money and time - cutting out a leg of travel. 

As we headed back I immediately started nodding off. Long travel + warm bath and it's hard not to. I felt self conscious first time I noticed I was falling asleep and then noticed half the bus was asleep. 

The last part of the ride was dropping off everyone at the airports on the edge of the city. So got a tour of what the city really looks like beyond the older central charm. Very plain buildings. More multi family than single family homes. By the end I was confident I picked the best hotel to stay at. 

Iceland Day 1: morning

I've arrived!  It was a surprisingly short flight - only 4 hours and I was able to sleep through most of it. Not a deep sleep but still sleep nonetheless. 

I'm currently on a bus on my way to the Blue Lagoon hot springs. I hadn't planned anything for today other than walk around the city and check out museums and stores. I knew there wasn't much, but there really isn't. After dropping my bags off at the hotel I wandered around a bit.  It was 8:30 am and there was no one, pitch black, and nothing open. After about 10 minutes I had exhausted my exploring. I did find this one advertisement for a Penis museum:

I think it's archeological in nature. I also happened to stumble upon a store that sells yarn (and I only found about ten shops in the downtown area). And this place was down a side street - I was just drawn to it. Hopefully when I get back this afternoon it will be open. 

I realized I could squeeze in the hot springs in my trip after all. And what better thing to do than relax in the warm waters and relax after my trip. Luckily I threw my bikini in at the last minute - just in case. 

It's a but cold but nothing like home thanks to the Gulf Stream. There's finally some light (it's 10:30 am here) but a grey light - overcast and dreary. 

On my left out my window are some mountains here and there. With the most barren foreground. I think moss covered lava. 

On my right is the coast - so I think we're heading west on the ring road. Every now and then there is a lone house. Very beautiful and I'm sure I'll get a ton if photo ops on my adventure planned tomorrow. 

I feel like I'm in a cross of urban Scotland and the salt plains of Utah I both visited in the 90s. 

It's not looking promising I'll see the northern lights on this trip - overcast for the next several days. 

Super Bowl

With all the snow, I forgot to post Monday an update on the game. I had not played football squares before but figured I'd give it a try at work. One of the playoff games I bought a square and no luck. I was out $5 and figured it's not the game for me. I skipped the next round but have to admit I got caught up in the Super Bowl craze. So I bought a square for $10.  

You just pick a random square in the grid and after its full numbers are picked out if a hat at random.  I got 7/0 which is pretty lucky. 

Come Sunday I actually turned the tv on to watch the game. If you look closely on the sheet you can see I had to look up the date and time and channel of the game. 

I watched the first quarter and nothing 0-0. And then in the second quarter finally a score by the Pats. I won!  You get payouts for the first 10 changes in score and for the score at each quarter. I started wishing there would be no more action at least until the end of the quarter so I could get a second payout but no luck. After a little while and once I figured my numbers weren't going to hit again I changed the channel. I don't know how people watch the game. There's so little of it and the rest is so annoying - endless commercials, commentary that is repetitive and just down time. 

I'd flip back occasionally to check on the score but realized the next morning I never flipped back for the final score. I figured Seahawks won and figured Monday at work would be a down day. And low and behold the Pats stole the win in the final seconds of the game!  I think it was all because of me. If I watch the game my favored lose but if I don't they generally win. 

Anyways, not to shabby a season. I picked up my winnings this week - some fun money for the trip. I think I probably walked away with about $100 profit. The question is of I quit while I'm ahead or join in again next season. 

Commute After Storm

Although no more snow falling yesterday, it was cold. So cold it did damage to the subway system. And the worst line effected was my line. I decided to work remotely so today is my first day braving the commute. I was starting to think I'd need to dig my car out after all - until I heard about all the gridlock.

My walk to my bus stop is starting to feel like I'm in a maze. Only one person can pass through so had to wait for someone coming the other way to pass. 

I waited for awhile, getting colder and colder and cursing that I decided not to wear my long underwear. No info on my app on how many minutes for the next bus. 

I finally gave up and decided to walk to the subway station via the bike path. It only took 30 minutes. Surprising since my bus can take up to 45 minutes some days. And the path wasn't too bad - may have to consider taking the bike out of hibernation. 

Not too bad other than the defrosting thighs while I wait on the subway. Fingers crossed the subway is much improved today. 

Good Start to the Trip

I'm off!  I'm sitting on the plane waiting for everyone to board and I am done. Done packing and getting stuff all set at home for leaving. Done scrambling to get all the work stuff taken care of. Done with wondering if all the crazy weather is going to effect my transportation - getting to the airport, delayed flights, etc. 

I was running late leaving work tonight. Today was crazy with meetings, deadlines and even having my annual review (got a nice bonus). 

I checked my bag and was just starting to unwind from running around all day/week. I ended up deciding on dinner at a place before security since the lines weren't too bad. I was just being seated when I got this text message:

Of course I was faced of knowing several Eds so didn't really know who it was at first. It turned out to be an old friend from my earlier years in Boston that I hadn't seen for a few years. What a nice change of plans to have dinner with an old friend, catch up - he's gone from freelancing to working at BU and loving what I take for granted - vacation days, benefits, coworkers, work lined up (no BD), and talking about our up coming trips. He's off to a week in Greece and Istanbul. 

It was great seeing him especially in such a happy place. His friend was delayed in traffic but luckily they don't leave until much later. 

And as an added bonus - no one sitting in the seat next to me. Looking good!  Now if I can just get some sleep tonight.