Iceland: Þingvellir is the place where I am drifting apart. One part of me goes west, and other goes east. (But don't worry, it happens very, very slowly. Much to slowly for humans to notice.)
I heart Reykjavík: Don't miss the TV room on the first floor (deck? - I dunno!) - they might have something interesting on if the weather is too bad to go out and admire the view.