The last two days of our trip were spent in Iceland, trying to keep our fingers warm since we managed to forget gloves. Who has time to research weather conditions?

You’re thinking, the country is named after coldness.

Like I mentioned in the previous post, a little planning goes a long way.

As far as I’m concerned, the sky looked like this all the time. Never once did I see a black sky in Iceland.

Icelandic fashion is inventive, functional, attractive and outrageously expensive for us Americans (and everyone else).

I look possessed in this photo, so look at the baby.

We spent a lot of time eating, taking refuge in the warmth of cafes and restaurants. The pasta was rich, the bread was soft, the seafood was fresh, and the service was genuine.

One server offered to pick up diapers for us at the grocery store. She was worried that James would get lost and the store would close and we’d be up a literal shit creek. Daddy returned with the diapers just in time for dinner to arrive.

Giovanna liked to eat lemons, and we liked her sour faces.

The Icelandic people love coffee. My kind of people.

Giovanna explored the minimalist hotel lobby.

And talked on the phone, loudly.

The absolute highlight was the Blue Lagoon, a natural geothermal spa flowing out of a lava formation.

These next photos are taken through the window as we left. You have to bear the near freezing temperatures in a bathing suit for a better picture as guests are not allowed near the baths while still wearing shoes and clothes. I was too busy chasing a running baby around the locker room to think about my camera.

These pictures don’t do the Blue Lagoon justice, so here’s one from Conde Nast: