Back again...Sorry for the radio silence, Ingi minn told me he read somewhere you shouldn't post about travelling plans on your blog so then I was being paranoid.
For anyone who still can't find the shawl, I will do an answer key for that later on today.
So in case anyone was wondering where I've been, it was once again to Reykjavík. We had his cousin's wedding to attend the day I got in, so we trudged off to the mall to find a gift (bad idea to take a 10 year old who has barely slept to a store full of crystal, but we survived), and managed with a pretty candlestick and candle (we wanted to give them a duvet cover, but the really nice inexpensive ones came in American duvet sizes, but of course not in my Enormous American Duvet's size because that would be too convenient.) Then we went to the wedding, which was really nice and the food was great but there were 4 hours between the appetizer and the main course! The poor kids were ready to melt down!
We did lots of little trips, typical kid trips like to waterfalls and the
museum at Skógar, and swimming in a natural hot spring in the mountains, and just lots of swimming in general. And the kids are now sucked into Rockstar Supernova since they watched it with their aunt. (They looked for the Á móti sól CD at the airport but couldn't find it, since Afi gave them each 5000 krónur before we left.) I did make it to the
Ţingborg wool shop that everyone's been talking about. Sadly, I didn't have much time to poke around (we were running late and wanted to get the kids to the museum before they closed), but the shop was very cool. She has some really beautiful buttons, and assorted books and gifts, and some lovely natural wool (which if I knew what I was doing spinning-wise I would have bought some). The shopkeeper Arnţrúđur is a very sweet lady. Note to any visitors: the door is VERY hard to open. I got there just before a group of women. I tried the door, it wouldn't open. One of the other women tried the door and the same thing happened. We all looked at the sign. The hours on the door said something about it being open Thursday (and maybe other days as well but as it was Thursday it doesn't really matter). "Er ţađ fimmtudagur í dag?" asked one of the women, confused. "Já..." I said. Finally, one of the other women tried to pull the door VERY hard and we got in. Then when all I had was either a 5000 krónur bill or not quite enough loose change for my purchase, I tried to go back out to ask Ingi if he had any change and could NOT open the door to get out. Finally he came in after me and she told me not to worry about the extra change anyway. (I bought some of the combed wool, which I will post pictures of later.)
I barely slept Friday night and then we came back last night and after going through the delayed security (I suppose everyone is on top of the news) and a late flight and having to wait for the Logan Express bus after getting in (with the tunnel for the Mass Pike collapsed it seemed convenient but waiting almost an hour for a bus after one's flight I'm starting to think it wasn't... but it WAS much cheaper than parking at the airport), it was midnight here before I went to bed (feels like 4 AM). And then the cat told me (by meowing really loudly and chewing on my hair) that it was far past time to wake up, especially seeing as far as my body was concerned it was already 10, so my plans of sleeping in and catching up on sleep were foiled. (Plus, I was hungry and I kept thinking of cleaning I have to do and craft projects I wanted to try.... lying in bed I came up with a really fun Christmas gift idea.)