Greetings from Iceland with nasty, bigly love

​Reykjavik! The trolls: nicer than you'd expect. The weather: not so nice, but to be expected.
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I write this to you from Iceland. Yeah, I am surprised, too! If you would have asked me some years ago where I would be today I might not say Iceland. Who can expect this sort of thing? Groupon had a good deal, we purchased it, and the rest is wet, grey, Viking history.

Currently I should be asleep, but after a day of several jet lag naps, two meals containing the most luxurious hollandaise, and more than one (two, three) glass(es) of wine, I'm finding writing to you a lovely tether from this strange (yet familiar) land.

​So yes, it is pretty fantastic to be able to travel the world. It's great. But what else is great is just being. I am going to savor every moment (and taste of the smoked fishes) here, but I'm also going to love luxuriating in regular life later. That said, I don't want to get too ahead of myself. I think that's when the trolls get ya.

Update: I write this to you from the plane on the way back to Boston, fighting a cold. Maybe it was all that brennivín (a non-sweet Icelandic schnapps that tastes like fennel and caraway) for which I seem to have acquired a taste.

I can't believe how thrilled I am to see the sun above the clouds from the plane window!

Here are some Reykjavik highlights:

​At the Saga Museum. I especially liked hearing about Freydís Eiríksdóttir, who scared a bunch of enemies away holding a sword to her bared breast. Bad ass.

At the Sun Voyager sculpture, by Jón Gunnar Árnason, in Reykjavík:

​What are you up to? How's the weather? I actually care about that sort of thing.