Saying Goodbye Again

The fireworks finally ended at about 2:30 AM, and my alarm went off at 8:30. McKelvie was not pleased because I'd told her it would be 9, but I'm paranoid. We got around and walked to the bus stop. Reykjavik was very sleepy and still a bit smokey. I'm pretty sure the geese and ducks at Tjornin have been traumatized for life. They cried all night and were still calling out this morning.

We boarded the #15 and jumped off at the first stop at the BSI Central Station. I got my ticket, and it wasn't long before McKelvie was helping me load my bags, and I received my last sweet hug for a while. It's going to have to last because I may not see her again for a year. FaceTime doesn't count.

The Sky Bus transfer is fine. Rude girl in front of me with her seat leaned back and a real entitled attitude, but my Irish seatmate and her friend across the aisle made it worth it. We plotted evil retaliation together.

Check-in and security were easy. It's only the men who are suspicious of the metal in my knee and ankle and the underwire in my bra. The ladies always wave me through with a smile. No put downs today (so far). Denver will be different, I'm sure. This is a very nice airport. I'll try to take some pictures without seeming creepy. I already miss my girl.

One last Applesin for the road!Baca lagi