On Falling in Love with Iceland
A memory of the Blue Lagoon, 2011.
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11 min readFeb 12, 2024
February is here. All the snow has melted into brownish muck, and I’m sitting at home, feeling sorry for myself as I cough my way through a nasty flu and look through old travel photos, indulging in a bit of pain-relieving nostalgia — heroin for old people, as that great sage of our times, Dara O’Briain, once said.
