I’ve come to a conclusion. I need to get another cat. Not that there’s anything wrong with my Juno and Rojo, or even the friendly black cat that enjoys sunning himself in the backyard, but they’re not Snorrabraut. Yes, I know, what your thinking what sort of a name is Snorrabraut and what sort of a person would burden a cat with that name? All I can say is you didn’t just return from a great trip to Iceland.
To celebrate my birthday, Hubby and I flew to Iceland and rented a car. Our ever helpful GPS, who tsk-tsked us in a lovely British accent whenever we strayed from our destination, introduced us to our next cat by imploring us to “Turn left on Snorrabraut.” This street in Reykjavik, pronounced like “Snore-a-broad” became our new favorite. We purposely went off course so listen to her demand that now we turn right on Snorrabraut.
Yes, we are strange, but say it a few time. Go ahead. I’ll wait. See. Now doesn’t that sound like a great name for a cat and a cheeky way to remember a terrific trip?
At some point, I’ll shift through the hours of video and nearly 1,000 photos to offer up more adventures from our trip. I hope you’ll come back for them. With any luck, you’ll be inspired to dust off your passport too.