Sniff sniff. Last day. Don’t get me wrong: I am always happy to go home to see my family (family with skin and family with fur). But, I am also a little sad to leave because it was such a great trip and so wonderful to be able to spend time just in the moment. I don’t get to do that often enough. I really wonder what it would be like to live, just for a few months or a year, in Greenland (or wherever) just completely disconnected. Obviously, this wouldn’t work because I would have to take my whole family with me (and I am pretty sure most of them would be going against their will)…but let’s leave that part aside for a moment….
So, we left Qassiarsuk and headed for the “airport” in Narsarsuaq. We had to get there a bit early so that those flying to Reykjavik could get checked in on time and those flying to Copenhagen could get checked in on time.
This gave a bit of time to go through the wee museum that had some Viking information and information about the US base during WWII. Where hasn’t the US had a base at one time or another?
Amy Oswalt 