Thursday, November 28
4pm – load luggage (see below) into cab (cab driver with furrowed brow, instantly regretting his proximity to our house at the time of our call to his dispatcher, not pictured), drive to Dulles Airport.
7pm – flight delayed
8:30pm – board flight on Icelandair
Friday, November 29
6:30am (12:30am DC time)- Arrive in Reykjavik, sprint to connecting flight
6:45am – Board flight to Paris
12pm – Land in Paris, head to train station for 4 hour wait
4:30pm – Train to Angoulême
8pm – Arrival at train station. Greeted by a lovely British man who had been instructed to look for two weary travelers, one with polka dotted luggage
8:30pm – Lovely British man takes us to a grocery store for supplies
9:30pm – Arrive at new home
Piece of cake.

Chocolate covered licorice! I’ve always had my suspicions that Iceland was an insane place and now I know for sure. Also, the two Icelandic movies I watched on the plane didn’t help. .

Train station chocolate mousse – one of the single greatest things I’ve ever tasted. Maybe I’ll head back there for a special occasional.