No city is New York City

Saturday 10:35PM. Reykjavik, Iceland. 

So, if I'm being perfectly honest, the city in Reykjavik is only okay. It's too touristy, and the 19 year olds behind me in the hostel common room are talking about if their fake IDs will work for the clubs.

However, the excursions are where it's at. VIKING HORSES. Not only do they sound bad ass, they are. Three people, including a guide, fell off their horse today... onto volcanic rock, mind you. I, of course, did not because I'm an amazon and descend from vikings. True story. But no viking amazonian's ass is immune to the bruising you get from the bouncing up and down. And, also, wear a sports bra gals.

Luckily I had booked a two parter day, and spent the second half at the Blue Lagoon spa. Yea... I spa now. Mud mask and all. It was way too relaxing though, and I fell asleep when I got back. And will be up all night with the 19 year olds because the sun never sets here.

.... Might not be all bad. One of them has picked up a guitar and has a lovely voice.

I knew Europe would turn me cougar.

Roar my babies.