Late last night we left hot and humid Chicago for a surprisingly sunny Iceland. However remarkable the flight was (and really all flights are remarkable in their own way) the airport in Keflavik was so badly overcrowded that it took us three hours before we were able to drive away in our rental car. Corey and I then dropped Henna off at the University of Iceland then power napped at our Airbnb in Hafnarfjordur. No shortage of vowels in Iceland.

Almost as numerous in Iceland are the street cats which Henna spent some of today chasing. I know this from a couple of pictures and a short video that she shared. Both Henna and Corey hoped to stay up until at least eight. Not sure about Henna but it is now a little past 7:30 and Corey is sound asleep.

The week before our trip was mostly spent preparing for yesterday and today. But Friday we were able to catch one of our favorite bands at The Salt Shed. It was a perfect summer night in a season so far choked by smoke. Holding fast to that memory in hopes of staying up just a bit longer tonight.