Poor hubby had to spend the night on the sofa whilst I went through the usual sleep-vomit-sleep migraine cycle. We’d planned on spending Christmas Day walking locally, before dinner in the city centre at one of our favourite restaurants – Fjalakotturinn, part of Hotel Centrum. This was never going to happen though as I couldn’t get out of bed until 1pm, and even then couldn’t stomach anything more than a small bowl of skyr. Spending an hour walking into town to sit in a warm restaurant eating four courses whilst drinking champagne, would inevitably have meant another migraine attack, so hubby put his foot down.

His Christmas present to me bought tears to my eyes. In a few days we’d be lunching at our favourite ever Icelandic restaurant – Prir Frakkar, before walking over to Reykjavik’s magnificent concert hall for an evening performance of Icelandic folk songs. My present to him made him laugh out loud – Tickets for ‘Truck Fest‘ in July. As he harbours dreams of being an Ice Road Trucker, he’s secretly hoping that the lovely Lisa will be putting in an appearance.

Me after a migraine, holding my Christmas pressie
Me after a migraine, holding my Christmas pressie

After a Radox bath in geothermal waters in our very own bathroom, I felt more human than jellyfish, and spent the rest of the afternoon reading in bed whilst hubby went all Master Chef, having decided that we’d eat a la carte after all. I was instructed to wrap up warm for canapes on the balcony at 7.30pm sharp. Who knew that pickled herring, olives and cucumber rounds could make such interesting hors d’oeuvres?

Cheers Reykjavik!
Cheers Reykjavik!
Christmas day canapes
Christmas day canapes

We then had tandoori chicken, boiled rice and Indian style veggies served with mango chutney. The showstopper however had to be the Christmas pudding, bought with us from home, then covered in Cognac and set on fire by hubby! I stood well back to take the pictures. Who needs a five star restaurant when you can eat like this at home?

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Yule lad napkins

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In spite of the migraine, it was a perfect Christmas Day. Gleðileg jól.

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