The bus to the airport came to pick me up around one. Also on the bus was the same Londoner who I'd met at the hostel the first day, who hated Reykjavík because it wasn't cosmopolitan enough and was now off for 10 days in Greenland. He didn't recognize me, and I didn't talk to him (though I was glad to see he'd figured out that a cab is not the best means to the airport). I was still high on Iceland, and I didn't want to hear about his misery.
I went to the duty free store at the airport twice. I didn't bring many souvenirs back from Iceland; it was too much to afford. But I did pick up a few things--a map of the country for myself, a few mini-bottles of Brennivin for friends. At the counter the cashier spoke to me in English and charged me in US dollars.
I went back a little while later. I was thirsty, and the store has a small refrigerated section, so I bought a bottle of Egil's apple flavored sparkling water. I went to a different cashier this time, and as I wasn't buying a tourist item, she spoke to me in Icelandic and charged me in Kronur, simultaneously boosting my ego and letting me get rid of some change.
I was disappointed to leave, but I feel certain of my return. Iceland's fantastic, and there's a lot that I missed.
I also got an idea for another trip on the flight home. The skies over Greenland were clear, and for the first time I saw the icecap. Now that'd be something to see up close.