Damn, I definitely learned something today. I figured with a name like "Iceland," it had a good chance of being colder than Boston. I remember the first time I went to Boston in February. We flew a Piper Seneca from Philadelphia with a couple friends. When we opened the door, I told them I was ready to restart the airplane and fly back to Philly.
I flew over Iceland on the way to Europe. As it turns out, Greenland really is white, and Iceland really is green.
They resettle quite a few political refugees into NH. The Russians and Serbs I can understand, but it doesn't seem humane to bring in Hmong, Liberians, Somalis and Sudanese. I think they're used to a climate a little warmer than NH.
A couple of pics of my last trip to Iceland in April of 2000. In that snow lip pic, the trail for walking up there runs right along it without any markings or barriers. Yup, we walked out there not knowing. When we rounded the corner and saw where were earlier we amazed that we weren't dead.
It ain't bread! And I'm not getting close to lutefisk. I can't think of anything on this planet that I would want to eat less than that.
Lutefisk is what I was thinking of. Lefse is supposed to be flatbread - even double checked with the googles on it.
I suppose, I guess I never thought of it as bread because it's made from potatoes. Lutefisk is like rancid fish flavored jello. This is in the town where my dad was born.