Thanks for you good words. And thanks, too, for looking out for us in the '70s! I have a school friend who married an Icelander and went to live in Reykjavik around that time, so we fly into Keflavik (when we can). We've spent many an interesting hour on the peninsula - not just walking through the slightly spooky Krýsuvík thermal area, or luxuriating in the Blue Lagoon. I can feel more stories coming on!