Almost time to leave this place. My suitcase is packed (full of books and wool), and our last night promises to be too cloudy for Northern Lights.
I’m still here and I’m already starting to mourn for it and longing to come back. I love this place so much in ways I can’t even define. Time to start learning Icelandic.
It’s a good thing photos don’t take up physical space anymore. We have many, many gigs of pictures that I can’t wait to start sifting and playing with, not to mention posting more about what we actually got up to here.