We have arrived, finally at the Hilton Hotel in Reykjavik.

It is 10:30 am and we are bushed.

The Hilton is very modern and tidy.

The land is covered in black lava rock covered in grasses and moss. It is beautiful. The rugged lava towers look like giant Iguanas watching over their domain.

There is a small mountain range off in the distance. We flew through thick clouds for hours to get here. It has sprinkled here and now the sun is shining.

We are on the south tip of the island in Reykjavik. It is coldish, but not terribly so. We are going to take a nap. So far so good.

I already see familiar faces here in the hotel. What the heck? Oh, they were on our plane from America with us. Or so my wife says.