lupines, and late nights without your luggage. After some tea and toast at the B and B guest house in Keflavik, I showered and went to bed. Some time later I woke up to a loud knock at the door and someone yelling "LUGGAGE". I had no idea what time it was, all my clocks were different.
I try to solidify my plans to leave luggage and go to the blue lagoon. The hotelier is already out and I have trouble communicating well with the woman hugging the towels in her brown arms reaching out of her tank top. So she asks me if I speak Spanish. Si. I understand more Spanish than she does English so we have a great conversation about mi bolsa, y quando yo regressar a casa, etc. I learn that she is Dominican and married to an Icelander. Yet after all that, I changed my plan and decided to take my bags with me and head out for the bus. Just when I think I missed it, it comes down the narrow road and picks me up.
I sit next to a lovely Canadian gal who´s been teaching in Paris and has a short layover on route home before going off to Korea to do the same. She´s 24 and giggly and was a gem of a companion for the Blue Lagoon.
Silica mud reminds me a bit of ponds cold cream, the way my mom used to scoop it out and smear it on my rouged cheeks. Under foot it is squelchy. In some areas of the lagoon pools the substrate is smooth, like glass. All the while the water clarity is so loaded with particulates that visibility is barely 10 cm. We enjoyed the water fall massage, the steam room, and a snack.
It was a pleasant way to relax.
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