Paradise Regained and Lost Again
Friday was an absolutely perfect day for a bike ride. Warm in the sun, cool in the shade, very little wind. I'd thought I'd take the 30km ride to Gljúfrasteinn, the preserved home of Nobel Prize winning writer, Halldór Laxness. Getting out of town is a bit tricky on a bicycle, but it did contain some spectacular views from the bike path:
Hamrahlið, Near Reykjavík
The Laxness home was modest and very Scandinavian, almost to the point of being severe:
The guide was familiar with the Laxness in Translation Site and we talked a great deal about Laxness and his work. The inside is exactly as it was when Laxness lived there; I was even given a special glimpse of the kitchen. I managed to sneak this pic of the master's study:
HKL's study, Gljúfrasteinn
The trip back held many photogenic vistas:
I did manage to get hopelessly confused as to which path I should take (I took a different route on my return trip) but was finally straightened out with the help of this Viking compass:
Somewhere near Mosfellbaer
After I finally managed to drag myself back to the apartment, I ate dinner then went to the pool.
For some reason, the hot tub felt especially good tonight.