Today was the first morning of actually waking up in Iceland on this particular adventure. Light snow and 30 degrees. The sun came up about 8:30 a.m. here — 5 hours ahead of my usual CST. Had rented a room in Egilsstaðir for the night prior, staying with Lóa, the most lovely host who is also an artist, a former HS art teacher of 20+ years, and an area tour guide.

She offered to pick me up from the airport after which we swung by the local cultural center. Then she dropped me at the community sundlaug for a soak and sauna, and later fed me a home cooked meal. We chatted late until we couldn’t keep our eyes open. This was followed by the best 11-hour sleep I’ve had in a long time. Maybe because I’d basically been awake for the previous day and a half due to the fact that I can’t fall fully asleep on airplanes or in public waiting areas.

As I fell asleep last night, I wondered what the universe was trying to tell me when Lóa shared that her house happened to be for sale??