Tuesday was a very long day at work. Not because of the
endless e-mails, or the training issues, or even the looping water cooler talk,
but because that evening, I was going to Iceland.

An overnight flight to Iceland’s
Keflavik airport had us landing at the pitch
black hour of 6:30am on Wednesday and in proper Iceland style, it was raining. Our
group of now DC, NYC, and Boston
flights was greeted by a bright yellow parka and blaze orange hat. Her name I
cannot spell, but sounded like the title of a pirate manning the cannons:
Arrrrr-guuunner. (she shall now be known as “Argnr”)

The hotel and center of town were located just a few blocks
from the harbor. In no time we were walking past Icelandic coast guard ships and
little fishing boats, clustered along the docks. In the distance you could see a
pillar of light from the recently lit Imagine Peace
Tower, a memorial to John
Lennon by his widow, Yoko Ono.

From the back of the hall, out some fantastically geometric
windows, you could see the entire bay and to the mountains beyond before it
opened to the ocean.
After the music hall, it was back out into the rain and up
to Hallgrimskirkja, the tallest cathedral in Iceland.
Once the tour came to an end and it was back to the hotel to book optional excursions for our free day and a happy hour with our fellow travelers. With our excursions booked and feet exhausted, Emily and I sat down to be properly welcomed to the country, a Viking beer and a shot of Brennivin.
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