Normally when I’m booking flights, I look for those without layovers. There’s nothing worse than waiting around an airport for hours, for your next flight, unless it’s running, breathless, from one terminal to the next, before your gate closes. But this summer, when flying from Brussels to Halifax, Canada, we had an incredible layover. In fact, it was so good, we’re hoping to do it again on our next transatlantic flight.
What could be so great about a nine hour layover? Well, for starters, we spent it in a thermal pool, surrounded by incredible scenery, with access to a swim-up bar. Where was this magical airport you ask? Reykjavik, Iceland – my new favourite transatlantic layover destination.