It has almost been two weeks since the wedding. Pia and I have been together in Groningen half settling into married life, half trying to avoid the looming date of my departure.
Already as we were making our way back to Reykjavik we could feel the magic of Búðir begin to fade. As we wound our way along the coast and emerged from the tunnel, our wedding began to feel like a dream.
Awaiting us in Reykjavik were Daði, Sessa, Gunnhildur, Björn Þor, and Mary Frances who were among the first to welcome us as newlyweds. It was quite fitting to celebrate our marriage under the roof where we first came together and with the friends who brought us there. After wonderful food, many drinks, and very little sleep, our stop in Reykjavik ended as we carried on to catch our flight out of Keflavik. Again we were moving away from Búðir.