Thanks Dubie. I am a lucky man. There was NO WAY my wife was going to let me go to Iceland without her, and then she chuckled for days after we arrived because all of the beautiful women have apparently left to work for Icelandair in the United States. The prettiest Icelandic girl you see is the one that hands you your boarding pass in Boston before you get on the plane.

I am glad I took my own pretty girl with me. That way I had something else to look at when I got tired of seeing the rocks and snow.