There were a lot of sheep on the way.
Icelandic sheep wander the fields for the summer. They're very cute. We traversed a lot of winding roads until eventually we made it to Suðureyri, where Solveig is from, and where the wedding would be held. There was a pre-wedding party that evening, but Noelle and I were too pooped from traveling to attend.
The next day, while some of our group went to the local hot spring fed pool, Will and I climbed up the hillside of the hill that made half of the fjord.
It was a tough climb, but we made it up eventually and made it back in time to get cleaned up for the wedding. It was held in a beautiful Lutheran church in town.
Things went perfectly and everyone was happy.
Afterwards there was a reception that went until all hours.
We waited at the reception hall for a while until the Solveig and Vigfus drove up.
They came inside and the reception started in earnest! Some people from our table:
The cake was delicious!
Afterwards there was lots of celebrating and storytelling and toasts. I made a friend:
Eventually, though, the party had to end and we, exhausted, had to get some sleep, midnight sun, or no midnight sun.
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