The sunny days of our arrival in Reykjavik are long gone. The green carpeted hills have quickly turned into a vast whiteness severed only by the stark black Ring Road. It's snowing like crazy and I am a happy gal. I love snow and rarely get to see it when we're home in Tennessee. I want to fling snowballs at Pete's head, make a snow angel or jump on sled, but we have a long way to go so I settle for a few photo stops. At some point the clouds part allowing for a sliver of the suns rays to escape and a rainbow appears. Pete and I stare in silence, but I am pretty sure I know what he's thinking..........Man, this place is crazy.