Islands Adventure epilogue.

The adventure is over. The snow squalled late last night, though someone was nice enough to turn off the weather machine at 9 pm, and we were able to walk out to the camper without getting too snowy. This morning, a lovely blanket of crisp, white snow coats the ground, the trees, the van, and as we trudge to the hostel's bathroom, we decide one last bowl of steaming hot oatmeal, one more energizing coffee brewed in the back of our little camper, would cap of the trip perfectly. Next, packing the explosion of stuff BACK into our packs...somehow, then forgo the hot showers. On the other side of the campground is the largest municipal pool in Reykjavik, so a morning of soaking away our stress and worries before our flight is in order. I love the heated pools, the ample showers, the hot tubs of varying warmth, the heated floors...I wish we had the same thing at home - I would be there every day!

All that's left now is one last drive to the airport through surreal lava landscapes powdered with white, passed steaming geothermal pools surround by brilliant green moss, dotted with white birds - a feast for the eyes(of the passenger, at least). Check-in is much less crowded this time around, and it shows that summer is clearly the preferred season for travel. We head to our gate with little extra time, after too much duty-free shopping, and board from the snow-covered tarmac for a relaxing flight home. We chase the sunset all the way to Montreal.

Well, that's it for another whirlwind adventure. My only regret? Booking the Iceland portion second and not first. It was great, and I would gladly do it again, but it sure would've been more relaxing if we had taken 2 weeks of beach vacation after 4 days of winter camping through blizzards.

Until next time.