7 hours later cold air streaming in through the front door welcomed me to Reykjavik. At departure time in US no onward flights were scheduled from there. Eyjafjallajökull (see picture) was still erupting sending its ashes to Europe. Rather than being stuck in US I could be easily stuck on Iceland. But I wanted to see my family. And I wanted to see the volcano.
By the time of my arrival on Iceland individual transfers to Northern Europe opened, I got a seat to Oslo and arrived at a deserted ghost airport. The only flight for the day would bring me there to my hometown Stockholm. The ground crew in US wished "Good Luck" when boarding. 20 hours later I had dinner with my family. 2 days ahead of schedule and no extra net travel time.