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September 19, 2011

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Beth, I'm so happy for you that you are having such a good time there, even in spite of the rain. Thanks for sharing your experiences via your blog! I have longed to visit Iceland for years, and now am enjoying it through your eyes. Interestingly, a few nights ago we were watching one of the Geologic Journey episodes narrated by David Suzuki, and part of it featured Iceland's volcanoes and thermal springs - made us think of you both!

What a wonderful time! I love a friend's travelogue: It's as if I'm there. Thanks for taking the time to share.

It all sounds wonderful, even the rain and wind! Somehow extreme conditions and the energy required to stand up to them are completely absorbing and therefore the most total break from everything else that there can be, I think?

Beth, I didn't think you were going to be online during this trip so I haven't checked in. Very happy to see your report and pictures and am impatient to hear it all from you live this week. See you almost immediately!

I am so glad I stopped by for a visit.

A true story. Iceland. My oh my. The photograph of the little boy is hauntingly beautiful. The three children, so icy, and memorable.

I too love that fish are on the coins. To say the word fish imports something healthy into my psyche.

Brunhilde, mmmmm.

That little boy. Don't you wonder what happened to him?
I'm loving this tho often wonder why people choose cold places to visit when they live in cold places.
And we live in a warm place and are planning to go on a Caribbean Cruise in December!
Matter of taste, I guess.

This brings back fond memories of our trip to Iceland in 2009. Looking forward to more impressions, narratives, and photos!

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