Well, Happy Birthday to all!
Though it was going to be a laid-back day – not. The morning certainly was as all we did was go to the National Art Gallery – quite small.
The principal exhibition was by Icelandic artists over the years. Had one exhibit by some Belgium artist that would have been excellent for starting fires. Real junk – abstract stuff that was supposed to depict the human form showing that person was in distress, or sad, not impressed.
The museum did have a Picasso piece that IS owned by Iceland. Other than the Picasso, not much in the museum.
We then went to a Laundromat Cafe in town to wash a load of clothes – the last one before we get home this weekend.
THE big deal today was the return of the Icelandic football team. The arrived in town about 1930 and the route was lined the entire way with cheering crowds. They came in in the top of a two-decker bus with the top open. It was quite a sight – as per the previous game the people were all decked out in Icelandic shirts, scarfs, socks, painted faces, etc. So, Patricia and I were in the grand parade following the bus to the large park in the city center for a welcoming home ceremony attended by an estimated 20,000 +/- people. Each one was introduced to the crowd and the retiring coach made some comments – all was in Icelandic language but you did get the very distinct impression all were proud of the team.
After the ceremony, Patricia and I went for supper and headed back to the hotel to crash for the day.