Return to Reykjavik

Feeling pretty whupped by a week of wind and fishing, we said farewell to Nonni and our friends at the Grimsborgir and headed for the airport. Tom caught his flight home while I picked up Daphne and Marina to begin the family portion of the Icelandic adventure. 

Grabbed our rental and drove into the city to our apartment. 

Iceland already agrees with Marina

First undertaking was a food tour, generally how we start off in new cities, trying a variety of local fare, picking up some legend and lore, and also recommendations for other spots. Even though was only here about 42 hours at the start of the trip, seems like I managed to hit a number of the recommended spots…

This was actually my pre-tour snack, raudspretta, fried plaice, on sweet rye bread (will be looking for that bread at every stop now!)

Char ceviche (not the Icelandic name) and slow-cooked pulled lamb 👍👍

Baejarins Betzu Pylsur hotdog stand (lamb dogs) has been a local tradition since 1939. Even Marta & Beth had them when they were here!

Pan-fried char in butter with garlic and onion, plus local potatoes and tomatoes. It’s like salmon, only better!!!

And then there’s Hákarl, a traditional dish of Greenland shark that is fermented for 4-5 months and then served in tiny pieces, usually only for special occasions. It’s kept in a tightly sealed glass container…

Then tried the recommended spot, Social Sushi, after the food tour (Iceland makes you hungry!) for really fresh and tasty local sashimi, outstanding o toro, and even locally made wasabi!

At which point the new arrivals cratered after a long day of travel. But they stayed awake long enough to begin acclamation anyways…