After coffee we went back to the Salvation Army Guesthouse so we could call the airport regarding the status of our luggage, which we still had not received. We had been wearing the same clothes for over 36 hours, and I was ready for a new shirt and fresh underwear, not to mention some socks for the used, unwashed tennis shoes I was still wearing. When we had left the airport the previous morning the nice man at the baggage service counter had handed me two travel kits and told me they were for us to survive on until we got our belongings back. Each one contained a mini bottle of "cleansing milk" that I suppose was intended to double as shampoo and body wash--which never works with my hair--and mini bottles of moisturizer, shaving cream (accompanied by a razor) and tooth paste (with matching tooth brush). They also came with mini deodorants that smelled like cheap men's cologne and a plain white tshirt, size XL. I was ready to get my stuff back. I will say that when I called Keflavik a human being picked up the telephone right away, and it was the exact person I needed to speak to for answers. Supposedly we would be getting our bags delivered to us by 10:00 that very morning. Huzzah! No more passing the concierge's counter with sad puppy dog faces asking if any backpacks had been delivered with only a confused look for a response! Sigh of relief.
The satisfaction of putting on fresh clothes was, in a word, joyous.