The Land of Fire and Ice

We landed in the pitch black and blowing snow of an early Icelandic morning. It would’ve been 1am back home, but in Iceland it was 6am and the sun would be up in a few hours. I was famished. We stopped at a breakfast buffet in the Keflavik airport to grab a quick bite before grabbing our bags and trying to find our way to the car rental desk. It was my first taste of Icelandic prices, but the smoked salmon, cheese, hardboiled eggs, and fruit was worth the airport premium and the inflated exchange rate at that time in the morning.

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