But that’s the wonderful thing about foreign travel, suddenly you are five years old again. You can’t read anything, you have only the most basic sense of how things work, you can’t even reliably cross the street without endangering your life. Your whole existence becomes a series of interesting guesses.
From the bottom of the church in Reykjavik. In the other picture, I was standing in the clock tower. The statue in front is Leif Ericson, the viking who discovered North America LONG before good ol’ Columbus.