Boston to Iceland

After a pleasant afternoon spent strolling on Long Wharf and swimming at the Logan Hilton's indoor lap pool, we set out on an overnight jaunt from Boston to Keflavik. All three of our boys did very well after succumbing to the sweet songs of red-eyed sleep. Mama didn't get any sleep; the crying, sick child in front of us took away the sugar plums and left visions of swine flu in return.

The sky is bright as we land before the 6am hour and we are ready to venture forth into a new land.