Can anyone remember how to dress for 40 decrees and raining? That's what I'm packing for tonight. I appreciate the recent cool weather here in Wilmington but it's nothing like 40, right? I need a warm coat, wool socks, and a scarf—don't I? Because, tomorrow, I'm boarding a plane for Iceland where I will be touring a shark farm, eating whale meat, soaking in geothermal hot springs, and hiking unpronounceable mountains. If you have kids who want to be writers when they grow up, don't discourage them. There are definite advantages.
Iceland wants American journalists to think of Iceland as a hip destination. And to get that message across, they are flying some of us over there to check it out. Nice work if you can get it, right? So for the next five days, my Wilmaville posts will all about Iceland. How cool is that?
Anything you want to know about Iceland? Ask it here. Right now, all I'm saying is that it's in the low 40s, on Greenwich Mean Time, and a five hour flight from New York. But I'll have a camera and a notebook. (They sent me a packing list and those were on it, in case I don't yet know how to be a journalist.) So I imagine there will be more information and images coming—right here. Stay tuned for more of "Wilmaville Does Reykjavik!"
Meanwhile, be sure and enter the giveaway for a free dinner at Laterna.
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