Leaving Iceland

I hate airports. I mean, this airport is really nice. Easy traffic flow, the short-term parking is the size of a football field…yet they still tell you to get here two hours early. I did. Unwise…maybe I thought that international travel would somehow be different and require me to jump through more hoops or something. Nope. Now I’m bitter. I’m in a decently comfortable chair, surrounded by very nice hardwood flooring, and decent architecture too doesn’t seem cheap or old/dirty at all. I’m typing away in word, prepping this entry for when I have a chance to load it (current time is 6:14, my flight leaves in 91 minutes…), because I’m not going to pay for the wireless. So I get to waste a bunch of time and might be out the $10 or so “rental car refill” charge. Because at 5:43 when I was 5 minutes from the airport I thought I might NEED my 2 hours. Boooo! I say might in reference to this charge because the needle never really got below the F since I didn’t really drive it that far…

PS I love my suitcases. Four wheely rolly dealies. Snazzy, so while everyone else is tugging two suitcases behind them I’m kind of just guiding mine along upright in front of me. Ah technology (eons old technology!)