The Waterfall of the Gods and Akureyri

After eating red chili butter on Geyser bread at lunch, Dan spent the afternoon drinking a hazelnut latte in a bookstore across from the hostel in Akureyri, Iceland’s second largest city. He said it was right down town. Interlocking cobble stone streets. A church with beautiful steps. Trendy kids with perfect skin walking home from school. Inside the bookstore, a well groomed toddler in blue rubber boots and Ironman t-shirt browsed the kids book section. Dan spied a copy of Paulo Coello’s “Spy” in Icelandic. The bookstore was in walking distance from no less than six museums, one a motorcycle museum, and the botanical gardens.

It was too windy to get into the hot springs at Mývatn. The pools were closed pending the wind subsiding. They stayed in the warm guesthouse, played card games and ate pizza for dinner.