Blizzard Walking

Icelanders have several names for snow which describe the amount and intensity.  The snow storm I braved today might be called a blizzard. I only require one word for snow - - - Horrible.
Looking at the forecast, I knew that spending several hours outside on a distant  excursion into the interior with walking in the open air was not my idea of fun. That's better left for a summer visit.

The sky was clear and sunny when I left my apartment walking to the National Museum of Iceland on the University of Iceland campus. My plan was to stop here, then decide whether to go into town.
Halfway down Aragata, the snow started butI kept going. Mr. Good demanded a coffee break, and I could not get into Kaffitar fast enough.  After coffee, I toured the museum and learned much about Icelandic history and how Christianity came to this island.


So much to see, here is a sample of sites in the National Museum of Iceland

Early pulpit

Magnificent Icelandic Knitting

Icelandic dining room of 1960s

The snow stopped again, so I took a bus into the city. The bus is warm, comfortable and efficient. I stopped at the lake where swans and ducks put on a show for breadcrumbs.

 

Knowing that dark happens so early, I made quick visits into a few local shops. As I turned back toward the bus stop area, the blizzard started. Fat snow, like candy drops, pelted me as I huddled with other passengers under the bus shelter.

I have never been this cold for this long in my entire life. There are so many color shops and winding streets in city center that I would like to explore, but not until summer.