We made it. Using a wheelchair for Rob yesterday through Reykjavik airport was magical. TALL Chinese/Icelandic Bjorn, newly graduated from secondary and heading to Uni, narrated our first moments in Iceland as he pushed and we sped through Immigration and luggage-retrieval. No Customs here which was a delightful surprise—first of many, I predict, non-American ways to do things. Our handsome guide delivered us onto the bus that would whisk us to our luxury hotel. There we collapsed in the Executive Lounge overlooking the city while we waited for our room. I found the best way to keep my eyes open was to finally learn to play Mah Jongg online while Rob sipped an espresso and consumed fruit and petite wafer-like cookies.
Gratefully, as I imagine what’s next and weep, I realize we have pulled out all the stops. After all, this could be our last international trip together.
Always Bridging 
Thank you for sharing this poignant reflection, amiga queridisima. I am praying for peace, joy, and strength for you and Rob throughout this adventure together. Muchos abrazos cálidos!
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