I recall it was a Wednesday, and we took the 8 a.m. ferry from Vik to Vestmannaeyjar. My friends and I quickly decided to wander the streets of the island. Though it was a rather dreary day, we found ourselves excited at the prospect of getting lost in another culture. We actually did get lost while trying to find the Aquarium and Natural History Museum. Fortunately, a passerby noticed our little, confused group. Seriously, we stood there with a map in hand and each one of us pointed at different signs. He showed us in the right direction and we spent over an hour at the museum where we saw funny looking fishes, volcanic rocks from when Eldfell erupted, and we were also able to pet a baby puffin! We spent the rest of our time walking up and down the streets, stopping at the numerous cafes and indulging in mocha cafes and sinfully delicious pies. Eventually we met up with the rest of the group (who had decided to face the challenge of climbing up Eldfell) and soon found ourselves seated at dinner. We shared our experiences, the things we had seen and done (some of which honestly should not have been done, but it added to the experience). It had been a long day and we were eager to return to our hostel, but as Lady Luck would have it, she was not on our side that evening. We were meant to take the 8:30 p.m. ferry back, but a storm was brewing and the waves were rising. We spent that night sleeping in a gymnasium on the island. So, you know, nothing out of the blue here.