Reykjavik still feels quaint to me, at least in my memories. Yes, I totally realize that it’s a massive tourist mecca, more shops that cater to…
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This past weekend was Earth Day, and I marked the occasion by participating in Philadelphia’s March for Science.…
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When we weren’t white-knuckling on our aborted trip out to Hólmavík along route 68 in the Westfjords, Mr.…
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If you had to pick ten people that you had to hang out with day after day, never…
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Like everyone else in the known universe who visits Reykjavik, Mr. Pretty and I made a stop off…
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I looked at the crampons on my feet, then the ice, then back at my feet. “And these…
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Iceland is very, very quiet in the winter. Mr. Pretty and I would be driving along and not…
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The second Mr. Pretty and I walked into the gas station, a hush fell over the place. We…
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I’m a sucker for animals. My biggest regret about visiting Budapest last year was that we didn’t have…
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Since I’ve been on the subject of dying in Iceland, let me just say it: Iceland will kill…
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