Unexpected Kindness, The Eleventh Week of the SecondYear in the New Abnormal

I left my passport at the hotel two and half miles from Reykjavik. I was leaving for JFK the next day. We had had a magnificent trip, and my passport was in the safe where I left it along with U.S. dollars I wasn’t going to spend in Iceland. Our driver, an adventure tour guide in his own right, was going to drop off some guests and pick up passengers to bring back to the capitol city the next morning. He would be happy to bring back my passport and drive us to the airport. The magnificent experience continued.

I next called the hotel. They got back to me to let me know they had secured my passport and money and it was in an envelope at the front desk waiting for our driver. This was all done with ease. The Icelandic vibe was “no problem.” It seemed inherent to them to be kind and considerate. They did not communicate any extra effort, nor did they indicate I was putting them out in any way. I was beyond relieved.