President Olafur Ragnar Grimsson,
envisioned us back to our Viking roots.
We bought it hook, line and sinker,
even the promise of Northern Lights.
A niece, a daughter, then spouse and I traveled
Keflavik International’s road to and fro,
at different times, our bread crumbs
connected by mere months,
kronar spilling from all pockets.
TravelZoo dangled one deal, first caught by
London’s capable Fleetway.
Lured by cheap flights, no hotel fees,
and zero expectations of gratuities,
we voyaged, laden with rain gear, snow gear, ice gear.
Sunday’s flea market suffered cheap
foreign trinkets, except for pricey sterling silver rings,
a mismatch and mockery of the bargain bazaar.
But sampling of Christmas cakes, jellies and rustic breads
moved my fingers from mouth to purse,
furnishing my hotel room in diminishing quantities for days.
Blessed with forty-degrees and dry February daylight,
we leaned into gale forces and wind waded towards
Automatic doors sucked us inside while
the younger set stayed outside to play in it, opening their
coats, daring to be kites.
We gleefully watched until Eliasson’s design demanded our attention,
not upset to part from the harbor’s craned sky.
Preferring twice the elbows length to days gone by,
we chose Oddsson’s private room amidst millennials in open baths and bunks.
Still, an arm and a leg remained ours as we soaked up their energy to
capture the new time zone’s distant midnight.
Surrounded by yogis who posed, too, as front-desk workers,
I breathed in their wisdom in the free classes, relaxing into my vacation.
Into my mouth went marvelous tuna bites, complements
of Kopar’s chef. Rustik’s waitresses more directly
fished our tips with a jar lined with coins and a slogan of
“help us fulfill our dreams of tan lines”.
That they had done their language homework and want longer,
warmer days NOW is not lost on us, and we add our coined wishes,
hoping, of course, they come to Miami.
Geologically informed docents, a man-made glacier
tunnel, and gracious hosts, made for a spectacular tale!
Feeling like I caught the big one, but not enough,
I must return in the other season.