After two years of postponements, I’m finally on the way to Iceland/Greenland. The flight “across” the Atlantic is impressively short. I’m now in Minneapolis, in what is certainly one of the nicest airports I can remember. The lounge I’m supposed to have access to is closed due to computer issues (unacceptable). But everything else is very new and clean. 

Tomorrow I arrive a day early, not to recover from jetlag but to make sure I get there in time. So many flight cancellations have me worried. But so far my fears are unfounded.

Two years ago I weighed 18 pounds less. I also didn’t have plantar fasciitis nor tendinitis. LIfe goes on. On the flip side, I didn’t yet qualify cataract surgery. But I’ve just gone through the procedure and the results are very satisfying, though my near vision hasn’t improved to my satisfaction yet (I bought the Cadillac version of the surgery). 

In preparation of the trip two years ago I began reading Burial Rites, based on an actual event but largely a fictitious accounting of the last person executed in Iceland in 1830 (a woman). I got halfway through before the trip was cancelled. This week I finished if. A sad story, but an apparently realistic description of Icelandic life back in the day. It’s soon supposed to come out as a movie with Jennifer Lawrence. Cool.

This map shows only a rough outline of the intinerary. It’s not a big country. We’re going far afield.