I'm not the only one who has interesting interactions with local law enforcement (the Sardinian trooper set to give me a ticket for doing, er, twice the speed limit but who instead gave me a smile and a wave because I attempted to speak Italian, the Tunisian cops who tried to pick me up, the Turkish cops who flanked me as "escorts" after I clocked a guy who grabbed me, my near-daily confrontations with Moscow's finest... and let's not forget the time LLQool and I were mistaken for terrorists in Scotland and detained. Actually, we were detained not once but twice on that trip. Good times.).
Dr. Virago, immersed in scholarly pursuits in Merry Olde England, land of the extra "e," just posted a particularly entertaining recap of her exploits running amok in Windsor Castle. Just reading it made me all warm and fuzzy remembering trips to one of my favorite islands. And jealous. Soooooo terribly jealous.
Uh-oh. I already have my Iceland hives (yes, I get hives on my neck when my need to travel to Iceland reaches critical mass). Now I'm probably going to get my London rash.
Sigh.
Yo Ho Yo Ho, the Pirate's Life for Me
The top of Mt. Klakkur, Faroe Islands
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About Me
- The Pastry Pirate
- A 30-something former journalist and trained killer who jumped headfirst into a new career in the baking and pastry arts because... why? Well, why not?
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i recently met a boyfriend of a coworker of mine and in the standard getting-to-know-you talk he mentioned growing up in Iceland.
I mentioned that both you and Abi have raved about it (i even mentioned your bus-to-train-to-plane-to-icelandfor2days-to-plane-to-train-to-bus schedule and he was impressed). He was happy that other people love it as much as he does. He literally glowed when he talked about Iceland, as it seems that most people do. I should probably start saving to go there soon...
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