It's 6:30 am and 3 exhausted and rumpled ladies descend to the tarmac in Keflavik. Fortunately, and by some stroke of genius, or pure luck our first destination in Iceland is the most relaxing place in Iceland.
.The Icelandic have tourism down to a fine art, and our stoic bus driver, and jolly tour guide could not have packed more into our day. I stood so close to the awesome Gullfoss Waterfall, mesmerized by the power of the thundering smash of water on rock. A short kiss-and-bus to our next stop where I witnessed silently steaming water as the famous, but now dormant, Geysir refused to spout.