Day 1: Reykjavik

It was 6 PM when Tio Christopher came to the home of the Spann-Ryans. Tai Amri was frantically packing, trying to rid his mind of tales of Icelandic Vikings and the many betrayals and backstabbings of which their writings portrayed, primarily The Saga of Laxdaela, which told of the exploits of Gudrun Osviffirsdottir. Shannon was checking that all things were packed. Alanna Tai Amrisdottir, was wishing she were watching Yo Gabba Gabba on the tablet, and Nzinga Shannonsdottir, was wishing she was nursing. 6:45 was the time in which they entered the vehicle. International Travel dictated they be at the airport 2 1/2 hours before their flight. Upon arrival, the time was 7:45, but 2 hours ahead of departure, yet they were not permitted to pass through security for yet another 20 minutes, and so they sat quietly in the hallway of MCI. When they passed through security, a mere 10 minutes later, they sat again for another hour and saw not a single plane departure from the tiny Icelandair gate, much to Alanna Tai Amrisdottir's chagrin.

 The flight was simple and quick, especially with the aid of melatonin, brought along to speed the effects of jet lag. Waking in the Keflavik Airport was both an excitement and a disappointment, as coffee was not readily available, and their rental car was not at expected place. They were told, on 3 different occasions, that there was a 20 minute wait for their car. Coffee was not taking off much of the edge of an unrestful 6 hour sleep for Tai Amri, but the friendliness of the Icelandic employee at Hertz made an angry response impossible. The car never did appear, and thus the Spann-Ryans were "forced" to make an upgrade, which suited them since their luggage was immense, Tai Amri had to install European car seats, not recommended on extreme sleep deprivation. However, car seats installed, away they went, into the Sacred Land of Fire and Ice.

 Their Air Bnb not ready until 3, the Spann-Ryans wandered downtown Reykjavik streets after a hot dog at "best hot dogs in town", but Tai Amri, man of Jersey and amateur food critic says, if those are the best in town then he wants no other. Still, the hot dog did the trick, sustenance was gained, and they pressed on.

 
           Yeah, that's a line for a hot dog.              The crunchy onions though.

     Alanna too sleepy to eat it, "...uh, not missing much Baby Girl."

The Spann-Ryans continued to the Flea Market, where knock off lopapeysas (Icelandic sweaters) for children were a mere $85 instead of $145 at most other places. They used the restroom, ate multiple sample baked goods, and continued on the journey. Finally, after seeking out the key in a lock bos in a bus terminal, two miles away, they reached the destination of their Air Bnb. Reykjavik, a little more than 100,000 people, still has the grime of a Western city, and their commode was urban af.

After a brief exploration of the neighborhood, and Alanna hugging a puffin, the four rest in exhaustion. Until the next day.