The green one

Last day!!! Guess what we did. Went back to the city one last time. Because those two beenies Chels got. I just had to get one. Soooo comfortable and warm. And all too cute. 😝 of course I got one without the fur. The name of it is called Mjúk. Sounds like Puke but it means SOFT in Icelandic. We drank some more coffee at Café O-lé and a very crispy chocolate croissant. Chatted for a bit with some wittiness we met (apparently beards are not widely accepted in the cong.) so I will not be moving here in the future. No, that’s not why. It’s because of the crazy weather and the last of sun in the winter. And Icelandic is a hard language!!
After spending time downtown we went back to the camper van rental place around 2:00. Cleaned out our little home and handed back the keys. We were about 10 mins early for the shuttle to the airport. As I was finishing up with the workers inside Chelsea was going to load our bags up into the van. She asked our driver. Which van do you want me to load up into. There were two identical vans, parked in the shuttle spots, sitting just outside the doors. The woman says the Green one. Well they are identical vans. So, both identify green! Chelsea asked again. The woman says the green one and walks away. Chelsea is confused So she waits a bit. When the woman comes outside again and the bags are still in the same place and looks at Chelsea like she is confused. Chelseas asks again. They are both green, can you point to the van you want me to load up into? Still not pointing she says “THE GREEN ONE”. And then walks to the back of the van and opens up the doors. Apparently the license plates were worded “Green One” and “Green Two”. And the lady was in shock that Chelsea couldn’t figure out what one to load into. Chelsea should have been able to 1 know that she was talking about the license plates and should have know to walk around back of them to see them. 🤦🏻‍♂️
She drove us to the airport and I didn’t have much confidence that we would arrive at the right one. She wasn’t the brightest person we’ve met on this trip.
At the airport I scurried to the bathroom, as the curry was hitting me hard (minor detail that you didn’t need to know). Chelsea check in our bags herself (printed her own tags and put them on the self serve conveyor belts). We went through the security line where there was no line and headed for our gate. We sat and sat and sat. Our boarding never started but we were keeping an eye on our gate. Then all of the sudden the digital sign says boarding is closing. It never even said boarding started like every other gate in that terminal. So all of the sudden everyone who was waiting around ran over to the gate and got onto the plane. It was 30mins that boarding took place. Only about 20% of the people knew that. Everyone else got on in the last 10 mins of closing. The workers didn’t seem to notice or care.
The flight was nice, we had our row for ourselves. Got back to Newark late, to our hotel where we had pizza delivered and passed out on the most comfy king bed.Read more