I’ve been told by many that Iceland is a beautiful place.

I’m sure it is, if I could have seen any of it.

I found Iceland to be really really wet, cloudy and grey.  At least when I was there.  And every time the cruise crew have been there, as I was told.

I tried to tell Nicholas that, really, we were fine and we could just stay in the car.  I could use my imagination and just look at the maps.  I also tried to tell him it was really humiliating to be seen under a pink kitten umbrella.

But he still made us get out and go to even wetter places.  And he tried to say things like it was no more humiliating than walking around carrying a bear.  I’m not quite sure what he meant, but I gave him a smack for good measure.

Here we are dangerously close to the wet explosion of Geysir.

And then dangerously close to the cascading sheets of wetness at Gulfoss.

And then who knows where this is, given the visibility….  I just know it was also wet.

At least I got to meet another mascot.  I’m still cuter.

I cheered up a little when we were finally got back, got dry, and I was able to play with my towel buddy pets, today was a turtle.

Ahhhh, being dry.