We're home now,. We had a fantastic time and the rest of the holiday went smoothly.
We went to a waterfall that you can walk behind. I couldn't do it, so sat admiring the view, whilst DH and DD dis it.
About the hiking, we didn't actually do any. Everywhere we went there were car parks. Sure we missed some that involved a lot of hiking over rocks, but we stoll did a lot.
We went to the bridge between continents, three waterfalls (Gulfoss being my favourite), the geysers, two geothermal areas, we stopped at a car park to see the smoking volcano, saw the roads that had been destroyed by lava, sw the giant's house in Keflavik, Grindivik and much, much more.
The return home was fine, apart from being delayed when they had to removed all the baggage as a passenger didn't turn up tto the gate,
I feel embarrassed by my hysteria over the case, but as a PP said, it's a much colder climate and I had no idea that there were rental shops.
I just hate change and unexpected things happening. I don't cope well with change.
Alot of my worry about flying comes from when I was a child and we always had crapoy second hand cars, I'd say I was scared the car would breakdown, it invariably did, so my parents would blame me for saying it, saying I'd caused it to happen.
That itself came from a holiday when my nan came too, and the car broke down. I was 5 my sister 4. The car was smoking (ut was steam but I didn't know the difference), all the adults got out and left us in it. I assumed the car was on fire, got out and climbed over the barrier and ran across a field. My dad told me I was selfish for leaving my sister if I thought it was a fire. I've always felt guilty for that.
I wasn't even allowed to be in the room during Eurovision as I caused bad luck.
This is why I distract myself as the plane takes off, I hate the noise, hate the feeling and am scared to think bad things, as I still have my parents voices in my head,,,,anyway, once the holiday started it was fabulous and DD wants to live there, so it turned out fine in the end.