Monday, September 16

We drove from Reykjavik to Stykkisholmur on the Snaefellsnes peninsula ( say that 3 times fast) in the morning.  We decided to call it "Stykkish."  It was a couple hours drive north along the coast--snow topped mountains beside us all the way up and down each fjord.

Stykkish is a cute fishing village of about 1,000 people.  This is the first time in Iceland where we haven't had our lodging booked ahead.  First stop was a big hotel on top of the hill overlooking the sea and the town.  We were met at the desk by Brunhild, a formidable looking Viking lady who scared us both, so we left.  Besides it was pricey.  After checking a few more hotels, however,

we decided it was our best bet.  But it was scary to go back and face Brunhild again.  We survived the check-in but every time we go past the desk I think I hear horses neighing like they did for Frau Blucher in Young Frankenstein.

We wandered around town a bit and then had a good supper in the hotel.  My mussels were caught a few yards away in the fjord.  Galen had lamb ( again) and says it's extra tasty here in iceland.  They tell us it's because the sheep spend the summer running wild in the mountains and eat herbs and grasses they don't get in their home pasture.

We didn't linger long over supper as a bus load of American tourists came in and were super loud.

Here's a picture of our Reykjavik landlady getting married on her horse.