Our last day! We had a bit of a lie-in because of our long day yesterday. First we headed to the Phallological Museum and got some souvenirs. Like queer ladies do. Then we went to Hallgrímskirkja church and looked around a bit. I always love seeing churches in different countries. We climbed to the top of the tower for a spectacular view.

We walked through a park and saw some geese, ducks, and a rainbow!

We grabbed hot dogs again for lunch, and it started to rain…and then hail. Did I mention it’s from an outdoor stand? Still, totally worth it.

13/10 would recommend this jacket, btw. LL Bean rocks it. Stayed super dry and warm!

We wanted a break from the rain, so we went and had a coffee and a dessert. And a nice view.

We spent the rest of our day shopping, and Chris found a yarn store. She got supplies to make a hat and a scarf, plus this surprise cool reusable bag. The symbol on the bag is for the Hand Knitting Association of Iceland.

We had dinner at a place that touted its raclette and fondue, and I was STOKED. We had had raclette before, on our vacation to Germany and Austria, but had never had it in a restaurant. I’m not sure if our experience was…normal or not.

We ordered our food, and then we were moved to a different table so the raclette machine could be set up. It heated up, and about 10-15 minutes later, the waitress brought a plate of cheese, four spatula trays, a bowl of potatoes, and two plates of meat and vegetables. And left.

No explanation.

And little did we know, we wouldn’t see her again until we were done.

So, as you can see, we figured out what to do, but we had no clue. I panicked.

So I googled “order raclette in a restaurant,” and I learned we broil the cheese below and grill the other stuff above. We think the machine may have been defective, though, because the cheese didn’t get super hot and bubbly like usual. But maybe that’s an effect of the machine instead of an open flame.

Remember our waitress? Us too, barely. Over an hour passed. Nothing. No water. No asking if we are okay. No “any questions?” 1:12 from “I don’t know how to eat this” message to her asking “was it all right?” “Mm-hmm” was my answer, barely conscious as I slowly faded away from dehydration.

Oh, and the menu said it came with cornichons, and THERE WERE NONE. Also, no bread also promised on the menu.

And the bill came, and despite it not being clear on the menu the price listed was per person, we were charged double the price on the menu. I wouldn’t even care about that — because it wasn’t surprising — if it weren’t paired with the other stuff.

The food was good. I just have no idea if we prepared/ate/etc. it correctly. But I guess it doesn’t matter?

Now we are all packed and my alarm is set to wake up in…2.5 hours. Damn. Guess I should go to bed.

Tomorrow, Amsterdam!