we wandered into the sculpture garden of one of icelandic sculptor asmundur sveinsson, where i fell head-over-heels in love with a be-sweatered tree. nearby was the laugardalur sports complex, with olympic training facilities and reykjavik's largest geothermal pool. we walked and walked and walked and when we thought there might be a room waiting for us at the hotel we headed back.
no such luck.
but they did feel guilty enough to offer us a free pass to the hotel's super-famous spa, so we seized the opportunity {and our swimsuits}, acquainted ourselves with the proper spa etiquette, and basked in sweet geothermal bliss for an hour or so.
after that we grabbed a bite to eat and finally, gratefully, retired to our lovely room with its lovely view and took a lovely nap...
...we woke up with just enough time to get freshened up and have a drink at the hotel happy hour before catching the bus to reykjavik city center for the evening. we wandered around the old town for quite a while, found a grocery store {i don't know why but i love foreign grocery stores!}, and squeezed our way into a crowded british pub to watch some of the big munich-chelsea soccer game.
we poured out of the pub and into the still strangely sunny streets of reykjavik, headed for the famous hot dog stand bæjarins beztu pylsur {apparently iceland is the hot dog hot spot, and these are the best hot dogs in the best hot dog country in the world}. you're supposed to order "one with everything" {everything = ketchup, mustard, mayo, onions, and fried onions} but we passed on the mayo. oh, and a "bill clinton" is mustard only {yes, he has eaten a bæjarins beztu hot dog.
after our life-changing hot dog experience, we wandered around the old port and into harpa, reykjavik's fancy new concert hall and events center. we were starting to get pretty tired, so we took a {very long} walk along the coast toward our hotel, where we fell asleep around eleven marveling at the lightness of the sky.
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