The holiday was wonderful.
We drove 1000 miles through icy, snowy mountains, along the coast and down grassy valleys filled with placid Icelandic horses.
We ate at the most wonderful restaurants (I tasted the best butterscotch sauce in the world) and ate the strangest things (whale, puffin, shak (a kind of bird) and a horse-veal).
We saw the best Northern Lights in the past 100 years and watched a solar eclipse while sitting at the edge of a volcanic crater.
Hiked over glaciers and soaked in geothermal pools for hours.
Stayed in a little log cabin with our own little outdoor hot tub.
I even drove our rental 4x4 on the right side of the road!
There were little arguments, but no fights. We kissed a lot and it made up for all the little bickering.
I even got jealous because he was being hit on by an Icelandic waitresses.
So it's not fair for me to have just written the last entry.
There's love there; I just struggle to accept that it's real.
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