The night before we left for home I started feeling pretty ill. I had caught a cold somewhere along the way. I woke up the next morning feeling awful, worried about the long day of travel ahead of me.
We left the hotel in the early morning and as we pulled up to the airport I realized that I had left all of the butter I had purchased in Sweden, Norway and Iceland, in the hotel room freezer. I felt like crying. It was one of those moments when you wish you could go back in time for a re-do.
Luckily, the airline served us Icelandic butter with our meal. My family saved all of their butter for me. ❤️
Someone at the Reykjavik hotel is in for a nordic butter feast. I hope they enjoy it as much as I would have!
