On my end, I'm finally, finally back home in the US, after what ended up being a marathon's marathon of holiday travel. After a long but uneventful trip home from Bosnia and one night 'home' in bed in Oxford, I turned right around the next morning, back to the airport to come home to Massachusetts via Reykjavik. I got to Gatwick nice and early and settled in to the waiting area for my flight.
And I waited. And waited. And waited. And before I knew it I'd been at the airport for eight hours, my connecting flight in Iceland had already left with me still in the UK, and I was being faced with the prospect of spending an unplanned 24 hour layover in Reykjavik. Whoops.
After a few brief moments of arrrrgghhhhhhh-ing over not being able to get home, I actually started to get pretty excited: I've always wanted to go to Iceland and was now going to be faced with essentially a free one-day vacation thanks to Icelandair, who were paying for my hotel and all my meals (Note: Icelandair's customer service is great!!).
And gosh, it was amazing: