We have returned from a mind blowing and highly active week in Iceland, admittedly knackered at six months pregnant, but wouldn’t change a thing.
Joining Joshua, Ruben and I was my father Voz, which was fab. 774 more words
Yesterday morning, we arrived at Keflavik airport, south of Reykjavik at about 0645. The arrival itself was a bit drawn out because, for some reason, European regulations require all passengers arriving from anywhere but the US and Europe to go through secondary security screening which took quite a while. 531 more words