Iceland II, complete. We left after a full 60 days and the ubiquitous dip in the Blue Lagoon on the way out.
America rudely welcomed us back, into a world bristling with security cameras, roamed by sniffer dogs, and blaring with videos about how great the police are, keeping everyone safe. It was a real culture shock.
We took the Amtrak (I have nothing good to say about Amtrak) back across the country from the Eastern seaboard to the west, and I went home to Canada. Back in the PNW!
In a way I think I got Iceland out of my system. I don’t feel the frantic urgency to return as soon as possible that made me strive to make this trip happen, but if the opportunity arises, I will definitely go again. Perhaps for another season. We’ve done fall; winter, check; maybe summer next time.