From Reykjavik we headed north and west to the Snaefellsnes Peninsula; here are a few highlights.
Among other things, we happen up on a marker about Axlar Bjorn, Iceland’s only serial killer, a 16th-century farmer who took in travelers and robbed and murdered about 18 of them (although he only admitted to nine). Which makes me worry a tiny bit about the hitchhikers we pick up who use CouchSurfing.org (although, hey, don’t get me wrong, I am into peer-to-peer travel services!)
We spend a lot of time on Snaefellsjokull, the mountain on the western-most end of the peninsula, having snowball fights on the edge of the glacier and drinking real Iceland glacial water. We do a short, but lovely a coastal walk that ends up at Fjoruhusid, a totally cute and great restaurant (why does everyone make so many jokes about Iceland food?) We drive all the way around the peninsula, stopping to make a wish at the holy mountain of Helgafell.