In Iceland, the landscape is varied and dramatic. Fields of lava rock here, rolling grassy hills there... glaciers way off yonder, highways tunneling under fjords, the works. Though we only stayed long enough to explore what amounted to a pretty small corner of it, it still felt like we were traveling from planet to planet, merrily photographing as we went.
There wasn't time to see the puffins. So I ate some. My friend Maura did not.
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