continued... Shortly after we left Thingvellir National Park, the tour guide made a big deal about the continental divide line that we were about to cross on the road. We’d been on the North American side and we drove through a sizable stretch of road that the guide explained was technically defined as “nowhere” before we entered the European side. Who knew there were gaps of land that didn’t belong in either continental plate?
Our next stop was a dairy farm where they made their own ice cream. Here was a shot of the scenery along the way.

The guide said the ice cream was amazing and they didn’t it in the stores; this was the only place it could be purchased. The parking lot was packed with tour busses, which made parking tough. The left wing of the building was the dairy, the door on the first floor to the right was the entrance to the ice cream shop.








