Today had a lot of highs and lows. Facebook has locked me out of my account because I was hacked, so nobody is reading these blogs. Well, hardly anybody. And there is no way to contact Facebook unless you are actually logged into Facebook, which I can’t do. This is so frustrating it makes me want to eat my head, but you definitely don’t want to hear about it–all two of you who are aware these posts are being published, at any rate. My apologies to Goodreads readers. The photos don’t seem to be uploading to Goodreads. I am trying to run my social media from an iPad and it’s just not the same.
We departed Reykjavík today, heading north. Really, I should just post the photos, because Iceland can speak for herself.
This gorgeous little waterfall was right next the Ring Road that goes around the island. It was situated near the ruins of a Norse homestead.
What looks like low rock walls are part of the remains of the Norse homestead.
We visited the Thingvellir, a national park located at the site of the world’s oldest continuously-operating parliament, the Althingi. It is situated at a site where two tectonic plates meet. The people at the top of that cliff are standing at the edge of one plate, and I am taking a picture standing on the other.
Another shot at the Thingvellir.
The view from Saudafell Guesthouse, where we are staying in a 100+year-old farmhouse. Everything you see here belongs to our hosts. They raise sheep and grow hay for the sheep, and they have a few horses. The sheep, in the traditional manner, have been sent to the mountains to graze for the summer. In the old days, the dairymaid or some other woman of the household went with them to watch them, and thereby hangs many a tale. However, our hostess is still at home and the sheep are on their own in the mountains until the fall.