There’s a lot to love about Iceland.
The German-esque length of their words. Bjork. The names.
Then there’s this. A new reason.
Look at this part of a map of the domestic airport for Reykjavik, which is also wonderfully know as ReykjavÃkurflugvöllur in Icelandic.
Does that not look like a hardline image of a person reaching into a trash can?
That’s today’s good thing.
My family are champs at whimsy! Is it genetic? Or just downloads of Grace? Thanks!