So it’s been decided. Reykjavik it is. I just didn’t want to wait any longer, and ruin our chances of getting airfare for the dates we wanted, or a hotel room. As it was we originally booked this hotel online last night, the two-floor junior suite, and it seemed to go through. But this morning an email informed us that they are actually booked solid that weekend. Lousy web site. Thankfully I’d already emailed the Hotel Fron (also centrally located) asking if they had anything available for us, and miraculously they do. We’ve scored a one bedroom apartment, with kitchenette, and it’s 62 Euros cheaper per night. Oh, and a shout out to the loyal Phil - for backing me up on this Icelandic plan. Thanks!
Guilty pleasure time. I have to admit, I finally watched Constantine…and I liked it. Don’t look at me like that. Yeah, I know that in the comic books the John Constantine character is a blonde-haired British guy in a rumpled brown coat instead of a tall, dark and handsome American in Armani. But I’ve got two words for you: Tilda Swinton. And two more: as Gabriel. Enough said.
