Because of my late arrival and rough night (which you can read about here), I unfortunately did not get to wonder around Reykjavik like I had planned.
Instead, I napped, took a shower, and moved everything back where it belonged. I had 40 minutes before my shuttle was to arrive, and my breakfast was gone by that point, so I asked where I could find lunch nearby. The manager suggested Mosfells Bakari, which was a short walk down the street.
Let me just say, this place was super adorable and I wish I had time to take pictures inside like the crazy American tourist that I am. At this point I would like to point out that it was a wonderful 11-15°C, and I was wearing a thinner shirt and my hair was still wet, so they at the very least probably thought I was crazy anyways.
There, I was able to get a sandwich, kleina (twisted donut), and green tea.
The sandwich was absolutely delicious! It was turkey with Camembert cheese (my fave!), lettuce, a slice of bell pepper, and what I assume was some kind of mayonnaise or aioli. The cashier wasn't sure of the ingredients in English, so I don't know. I just know that I ate it very quickly and wish I could have brought a bag full with me.
The donut was also very good. It was just a little sweet, which I really enjoyed.
On the shuttle to Reykjavik, where I would switch buses to the airport, I had a driver and who I assume was a "student driver." Since the new driver was practicing and learning the route, the bus driver sat across from me and showed me pictures he had taken at the tours he drove. He was very nice and even pointed things out while we rode.
I will absolutely be coming back to explore Iceland.
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| Airport Art - Top view |
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| Airport Art - Iceland made from its local products! |
On the flight to France, I once again sat next to the main entrance, but fortunately I was one of the first people on the plane thanks to a lack of instructions at the gate, and was able to get my things up in the closest compartment and sit down before the mad rush began. It was also much warmer in the cabin this time around, which I was very grateful for.
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| Cloud pictures. Love 'em. |
I sat next to a lovely older couple from Vancouver, Canada, and we chatted here and there during the trip. The husband had GPS on his tablet so we were able to see where we were despite the map on the flight screen not working. We flew over parts Scotland!
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| Bonsoir, Paris! |
At CDG, I got to wonder around a little lost while trying to find the proper baggage claim, and then pull it all out of the way to connect together and drag to the hotel, which I also got lost trying to find. I was also hobbling a little because my shoes ended up destroying the back of my heels. So much for the extra heel slips I added to try and stop that.
Fortunately, I found an info desk and they were able to direct me. Also, it says you need a bus to get to Ibis Airport hotel, but it is actually connected to the airport and there are buses outside of it. Easy peasy, really, once you learn to read the signs correctly.
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