Heathrow Terminal 2 (the Queen’s terminal) is much more pleasant and relaxing than Stansted. I said Morning Prayer in the Multifaith Prayer Room. Reykjavik was cold but sunny, and there was a beautiful rainbow as I walked from the bus station to the guesthouse. The “dorm bed” turned out to be one of two in a pleasant room; my roommate was a night owl so I hardly saw her.
Met Bjarni, the priest of the Anglican congregation, and his three daughters for a pizza.
To read more about my stay in Iceland, see the Iceland page of this blog.
emeritablog: life after work 