Perhaps you experience this after a trip, too. You get home and there’s a point where you think, did that really happen? It’s a little surreal. You wake up in Iceland and go to sleep that night in your own bed.
One week ago tonight we were taking our final stroll along the shore in Reykjavik. The air was calm. It was quiet. Few people were in the area. It was like it was all ours. And for a few moments, I suppose it was.
Sounds really special to me. So glad you both had a great time.