[Photos taken 19 – 25 March 2022, posted online 20 July 2022. The two living room walls are now painted, but I’m thinking the new white border around the little windows needs to go… Waiting for Finnur to opine. Have moved my focus to painting parts of the kitchen, and touched off by a broken dimmer knob, am replacing all the black electrical fronts with white ones.]
Every spring the music schools in the country host a series of concerts, dubbed Nótan (The Note), and each school sends an act to perform at one concert. This year, Bjarki’s school asked him and his play-together group (that had met like 5-6 times) to play. He was super nervous, but got through it in one piece.
Straight afterwards, Finnur and I drove out to the country to stay at a hotel out in the boondoggles, to make use of a gift-card I’d given Finnur for Christmas. It looked like 75% of the other guest were also there redeeming the same gift-card, hehe.
We managed to visit grandma on her birthday (very rare occurrence), there was some exercising, Emma got her classroom laser-tag birthday wish, Anna got started on summer plants, and people came for dinner, in our house!! (50-ish images total)
Saturday 19 March 2022
Bjarki outside the music hall, called Salurinn.
A good luck hug before the doors were opened.
The audience seemed to be mostly other family members.
The first act was a bell-choir! It was really cool.
Bjarki’s group about to play. The drummer couldn’t make it, so their teacher played the drums in his place!
A video of the song they played: The Beatles’ Don’t let me down. They were among the youngest participants.
The last act sported this very impressive base-flute. There were all sorts of acts: soloists, bands, electronica. All were good, and we had a grand time!
Bjarki and his teacher
Then we said goodbye to the kids, leaving the younger ones in Anna’s care for the night, and drove out of town. The weather was decidedly awful, and driving was a little adventurous.
Our room.
Bathroom. The hotel was opened in 2013, and was looking slightly worse for wear in places.
Whoever designed the hot tub did not account for heavy winds blowing at it. We did venture in, turned our backs into the wind, and sank far down enough in the water to have our ears sheltered by the edge of the pool!
The bar area at the sight-seeing end of the hotel. Visibility was low.
Dinner time! Thankfully I’d had the presence of mind to actually book a table for a particular time the day before, or we’d have had to eat at 9 pm or something.
The weather calming down a bit.
The gift-card came with a predetermined dinner.
Get in my tummy!
Sunday 20 March 2022
The weather the following day was gorgeous!
Breakfast buffet!
The view from the bar area was now lovely.
Taken from the outer stairwell that leads to the hot tub below.
Hello geothermal power-plant, and hole-digger.
The hot tub during calm times.
The design-y lobby area, as we checked out.
Goodbye Ion Adventure hotel! Sadly, it seem’s to be on a downward spiral, but a least we caught it before it went too far down the hole.
Closeup of the big drill.
The hotel seen from the main road.
Cool colors in the hills.
The views over lake Þingvallavatn were so gorgeous I asked Finnur to stop so I could take a few photos.
Where we came from.
There are waterfalls everywhere!
It was (great)grandma’s birthday, and in an uncommon fit of being organized, we had planned to actually go and visit her!
Emma brought her needle-work. It helps stop the endless “can I use your phone now” requests.
Chatting.
Family photo, minus Finnur who took the photo.
Monday 21 March 2022
The food at work is consistently excellent!
Draggy-sleddy-time!
Tuesday 22 March 2022
Oh, look at that gorgeous melting snow! Go, go away!
Co-hosting a classroom birthday party for a few of the girls.
Half the group played laser-tag while the other half got access to the arcades, and then they swapped.
Emma riding a motorcycle. A good time was had by all!
Wednesday 23 March 2022
A jog!
It was a muggy day.
Beware the sneaky ice!
Thursday 24 March 2022
Documenting the retreat of snow, but advent of wind.
