It's taken me a while to scrap the final day in Iceland because I was getting panic attacks
every time I went thru the pictures and thought about the journaling because, yes, the day
was just that bad. I had journaled about it a bit on my blog and you can see that post here.

page journaling reads:
So there we went barreling down the barren roads. Did he forget that he told me to let him know if I
saw something I wanted to stop and photograph? Really? At 125KM how was I supposed to take in
anything? And I had a teenager in the car. I was worried for her safety too. Unbelievable. So when I
saw horses I had him stop. Who knew what other chances Id have. This tour was to be 12 hours
long from noon until midnight for picturesque sunset shots. Yeah, right.

Almost There Collection
Thicker Sentiment Spots No4
Shadowing Words No.2/3 {coming soon}