Which is why it amuses me that we spent almost an entire day of our 2-and-a-half day visit to Iceland lounging in outdoor pools.
Swim-up bars make any pool awesome, geothermal or not
When the lifeguard's dressed like that, you know it's cold outBut that wasn't it for the geothermal pools. We'd heard rumors that there was another fancy pool near our hotel, one that had actually been turned into a 50 meter competition pool. Monday marked the official beginning of my 2013 triathlon season, and I had a swim on the schedule. Not wanting to start off the new season by logging a "sorry, couldn't get this one in," on the very first day, I persuaded Blaine to do a swim workout with me. It wasn't a hard sell.... that's the benefit of traveling with another triathlete. (I also bullied him into running 45 minutes with me the night before and we got so hopelessly lost, saved only by the maps on my iPhone, that I felt like sending a donation to Apple just for bailing us out).
We finished off the workout, of course, with a trip down this waterslide.
So with that bit of fun behind us, we bid adieu to Iceland. Blaine headed on back to Chicago (also having the opportunity to stay a night in New York thanks to airline issues). I flew on to London, where I'm staying for the next little while. I haven't found any geothermal pools here, but believe me, I'm a-looking.
Oh, and by the way. As I said in my previous post, my reason #2 for coming to Iceland was to see the cute little puffins. No go on that one, they've already headed to warmer places. So....mission NOT accomplished, and perhaps, as a result, I'll be back to Iceland.
I will not rest until I see puffins