Wake up in a beach-side art gallery, record an intriguing interview with an artist from the west coast, get a ride from a new Swiss friend, stumble upon one of the most generous Icelandic farmers, learn about natural dies, eat traditional Icelandic foods, learn all there is to know about cow farms, smell like a cow barn, snag a ride to Reykjavik with another hilarious local friend, have a good laugh about Andri the drummer x2, become aware that we probably smell worse than we think, fix that issue, dance until we can move no more, have a late night 1/2 off candy run, set up camp in the 3am daylight during a windstorm. it will be hard to ever top such a randomly, wonderful, spontaneous, and unpatriotic fourth of July. lovin it in Iceland.
Posted on: Sat, 05 Jul 2014 20:02:08 +0000
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