Blue Lagoon


Blue Lagoon

Originally uploaded by MaggieMason.

We just left Iceland, home of crystalline light, inexplicably tasty licorice, and the dreamlike Blue Lagoon. On the day we visited, the water was white-blue and iridescent, like the inside of an abalone shell. It’s warmer than a bathtub, and the steam is a dense fog between you and the people around you.

The salty water makes it easy to float on your back and feel the cool air on your face. It’s so relaxing that you have the urge to drool. Bryan has flying dreams, but I have swimming dreams. Floating there was like living in that perfect hour just before waking, when your brain is set to Happy and you have time to sleep in.

Going, going…

Many thanks to the folks who left travel tips in the comments section. I’m so grateful, especially to Amy who has a mild case of carpal tunnel after typing in her extensive and helpful recs.

We’re currently at the San Francisco International airport waiting for our flight. We totally scored emergency evacuation seats, but they’re in row 13 (so I have mixed feelings). A couple people mentioned in comments that they’d like to meet up, but didn’t leave email addresses. If you want to hang out while we’re in Iceland or Holland, please drop me an email.

Lack

In this month’s Esquire, Tom Hanks talks about gaining weight for Cast Away and then losing sixty pounds for the scenes where he’s supposed to be starving:

“Eating everything you want is not that much fun. When you live a life with no boundaries, there’s less joy. If you can eat anything you want to, what’s the fun in eating anything you want to?”

Nice to meet you.

Bryan and I used to be broke. Broke as in, “I should get a job at a restaurant so I can eat this month.” Traveling is important to both of us, and now that we have enough money for food, we’ve made it a priority. So, though we just returned from Argentina, Bryan is giong to Holland for work, and I’m going with him. On the way, we’re having a stopover in Iceland.

So, what I’m saying is, want to get a beer? We’ll be in Reykjavik next weekend (June 2-4), and Amsterdam until June 10. And then it’s possible we won’t ever be back again. What should we see, where should we go, who the hell are you?

Texas Ranger Hall of Fame and Museum

On our way home from Argentina, we stayed for a few days in Austin. On the drive from the Dallas airport, we stopped at the Texas Ranger Hall of Fame and Museum in Waco. There we found:

• A blood-splatter simulation display.
• A collection of bugs that inhabit the human body as it begins to decompose.
• A safe full of valuables that contains a beauty pageant tiara.

There were also enough guns to outfit a large militia, and endless photos of white men in hats. While we were there, a man’s cell phone rang, and before he picked up, I recognized his ringer as “God Bless America.” I love you, Texas.