Hvar? á Íslandi? in Iowa City?

Hvar? á Íslandi? in Iowa City?

Where am I? In Iceland? in Iowa City?

Sky is grey, a uniform grey.  CHECK.

Trying-to-rain rain.  CHECK.

Slightly, but only just, chilly.  CHECK.

Desperately needing coffee as everyone is.  CHECK.

This is my last post on my trip to Iceland, meaning, I'm back in Iowa City (not however, I'm home) and this'll be my last Embers and Meltwater post.  Last in that since I'm back, there'll be no adventures to write about in the future sense.

Only an acknowledgement page ought be added.

However, there're a lot of adventures and photographs and videos I need to catch up on and post, and they'll be inserted somewhere in that timeline in Iceland.  If you're following along, you'll get those posts or notification emails.  If not, check back.  I've been told the photographs I've taken were amazing.  (Thanks, Rolf, for the use of your Nikon; it made quite a difference!!)

I visited Ingólfshöfði, an isolated cape on the south coast of Iceland. Here, Norseman Ingólfur Arnarson became the first permanent settler of Iceland, ~871 CE.  Icelanders are both Norse and Celtic stock, and a strong case can be made that I'm related. "Doyle" in Celtic is "Dubhghall", loosely translated as "dark foreigner" (i.e., "evil"), referencing Vikings.)  My proper Icelandic patronymic is Benjamín Ingólfsson, of which I'm quite fond of. Why I'm confused, am I back home?, or just back in Iowa City?....