Thursday, April 23, 2015

Oh The Places You Go, the People You Meet


For us, one of the benefits of travel is the people you meet.  We had several interesting groups with whom we interacted, but three in particular.

The first occurred when we went to the waterfall at Dettifoss.  A woman came up to us and asked us if we knew where the trail was.  We had scoped it out, and the three of us headed out.  Soon her boyfriend came along, and after we visited the waterfalls, they invited us to go to the crater and then to the bistro with them.  At the crater we had to stop before a pile of ice, as we didn't think our car would make it . . . someone had gone through that day, however, and we wondered what kind of car they had.  More about that later.  Anyway, we walked up the crater and then went into Myvatn for lunch.  Hans is a urologist from Germany who studied in Louisville, and his girlfriend, Karinna, is a graphic designer.  We had a lovely time with them and then parted ways.  We did learn about an Icelandic artist whose works we had seen but did not know what was significant about them.  Now we know!

As we were leaving Dettifoss, a young man told us to notice the snow because it looked like nature on LSD.  He was right, and I couldn't forget him because he had red hair and a red beard. Later that evening, while we were in the Nature baths at Myvatn, three young men, one with a red beard, entered the pool.  I asked him if he was the same person we had met at Dettifoss, and he said he was.  He also said his friends were embarrassed by his comment, but frankly, we thought he captured the sight perfectly.  We spent about 25 minutes talking to them about their start-up company, their education, and their future.  Hans previously mentioned to us that if you meet once, you will meet twice . . . so far he was right.

The next morning, as we went to breakfast at Vogur Farm, who should walk in but the three young men, Chris, Tom and Martin.  We spent a little more time with them and this time, we got their information.  We would like to keep up with them as they join the world of start-up companies!

Finally, when we were in the Icelandair Hotel Klauster, we saw a party of four sitting a ways from us.  We exchanged pleasantries but did not really talk.  Two days later, when we checked in at the Icelandair Herid, guess who was staying on the same floor in the same hall as we were?  Yep.  Meet twice.  We talked a little further about our trip, and the next morning we discovered that in two more days we would be staying at the same Guesthouse.

When we arrived at Hoffstedir, they were already there, and we spent the evening talking about our trip, their trip, and the many wonderful things we experienced.  Lorraine, Judy, and David are siblings, and Ron, Judy's husband, joins in.  They have a wonderful rapport, but the coolest thing was their trip to the Emigration Museum.  We had wanted to go there, but it did not work out.  Their grandparents emigrated from Iceland in 1904, and in their three hours at the museum, they found out where their grandparents' farm was, how they met, what ship they left Iceland on . . . it brought chills to me to listen to the story.  We also found out what kind of car went through the snow - their Ford Expedition.  Judy admitted that she was quite nervous, but the guys were very casual as the car nearly got high centered.  So now we know who the daring ones are!

Don and the guys stayed up late (the women all went to bed), and we had breakfast together the next morning.  Again, we exchanged information, as Judy and Ron live in Calgary.  Sounds like a stop-over the next time we go to Alaska.

We also met a man and his son from New Jersey who had been climbing the glacier.  We were able to help them out when they lost their passport and didn't have any Icelandic money.  We traded them 20,000 K for $146.  We both were happy!  And then there were the many people behind counters or in hotels that we met - not a bad one in the group. 

Traveling is a wonderful thing, and the people we meet makes it better.

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