Greetings from Iceland

We are at a small tourist internet kiosk, so I don´t have time to write too much.
Iceland is exactly what I thought it would be, everyone looks like Bjork, Sigor Ros is playing everywhere and everything is made of ice.
Ok,it´s nothing like that.
I will post pictures as soon as we get to France.
We leave for France at 400am tomorrow morning.
It´s never dark here during the summer, which is wild.
Last night we were up until 2am walking around in the brightness of "day," my body was ready for sleep, but my mind was awake.

All of the television channels play crappy American shows or cheesy British ones.

We have some fun stories and pictures to post and when we are chillin´in Thomas´s Parisian flat I will be sure to post them.

In the meantime know that Jeremiah has feasted on the "Icelandic Black Death," which is fermented (rancid) shark with a shot of Brennivan afterwards.

He´s also developed a taste for fish jerky and insists on eating it in our very small poorly ventilated hotel room.

Pray for me.

Thank you to all who have decided to follow our blog. We will do our best to make interesting, be happy that there is no "scent" feature.

-love s and j