Cleaning House
We all felt our week in the north went by really quickly, and all of a sudden it was time to pack our stuff, clean the house, and leave! I realized I hadn’t really documented what the house looked like on the inside, so here are a few (too many?) pics for that purpose.
Starting to empty out the kitchen. Trying to remember what foodstuffs had been left behind by others, and what was ours was a little tricky. The dishwasher is hidden next to the sink.
Packing up our bedroom.
Then I looked out the window and caught the kids throwing (and then wiping off) dried earth at the car. I may have given them an earful.
Nice closets!! 🙂 Could have used more hangers in the house though.
Standing at the entrance to the loft. None of the windows had any curtains, guaranteeing late bedtimes for the kids.
Standing by the loft window, looking at the entrance. The window on the far wall was open-able and…
… overlooked the living area.
Halli and Finnur outside.
We left with more stuff than we arrived with!
Overview shot of house.
Finnur and Anna. The ominous sky threatened to rain, but never did.
Our bedroom all cleaned up.
Adda and Halli’s bedroom.
The nice bathroom.
The washer/dryer, the large shower, and the dancing man.
These are common in Iceland, and must be treated with the utmost caution: Single lane bridges. This one was special though because it was shaped much like an inverted V, so we always drove up on it at some speed to enjoy the roller-coaster like fall on the other side.
Since the kids had mostly behaved themselves while we were cleaning (by staying far away), we treated them to a visit to the Christmas House (Jólahúsið).
Starry tree.
So much green!
Inside. It’s almost like a museum to Christmas decorations. Except they’re for sale, and pretty darn expensive.
Candy canes!
They even have a basement!
That’s where Grýla lives. We like terrifying our children.
We stopped in Akureyri to have a late lunch before driving south. The cruise liner had recently arrived.
This church is the symbol of Akureyri.
This restaurant, Strikið, was probably the best of the three restaurants we tried. We might even go there again!
After lunch, we drove off. We only stopped at Blönduós on the way back, where we switched drivers. We arrived back in Reykjavík shortly after dinner, and that was the end of our week in the north!
