Ant Farm

With you today at Beanetics while mamá is at the doctor. I poured some cinammon on my coffee as you munched on a half plain bagel with your bare summer feet rubbing against my leg. My next sip of coffee brought a very strong memory from deep in my past of an ant farm where I believe I must have used cinammon for food. Jitterbug Perfume by Tom Robbins speaks of the strong cognitive relations of smell; I don't doubt it.

Earl's Sandwich Shop

Yum yum. Lemonade while we wait for our grub.

Lucky Day

A beautiful day of sunny blue skies and rolling down hills.

Meadowlark

We enjoyed watching your blond hair tossed about by breezes, beneath blue skies with love around you. You were cheered by a family as you cavorted face first toward the base of the hill below.

Bláa Logið

Your blue eyes against the blue water complimented your genuine smile. The most stunning moment came as a group of 10 icelandic women started an impromptu achapello concert. Mostly sopranos, the melodic tunes sealed an image of youth and joy that I hope never to erase from mind.

Gummies in Iceland

What an assortment. Bats, bracelets, cocacola bottle, tools, fish, eggs, watches, letters. Takk Fyrrir, Hagkaup

What fun on a May Day. Now off to Reykjavík city center for a parade.

Boston to Iceland

After a pleasant afternoon spent strolling on Long Wharf and swimming at the Logan Hilton's indoor lap pool, we set out on an overnight jaunt from Boston to Keflavik. All three of our boys did very well after succumbing to the sweet songs of red-eyed sleep. Mama didn't get any sleep; the crying, sick child in front of us took away the sugar plums and left visions of swine flu in return.

The sky is bright as we land before the 6am hour and we are ready to venture forth into a new land.