5 ½ Days in Iceland

My travels have been underway for just over two weeks now, and I’ve been pretty busy with touring, visiting, spectating, and well . . . working.

But, I wanted to share a little bit about my visit to Iceland.

Its official . . . everyone loves Iceland. I haven’t heard from a single person who says Iceland is a bad place to go, or isn’t worth the time, or the money (which is noteworthy as it is wicked expensive). And I concur—Iceland is absolutely fantastic.

A Tale of Two Olympic Teams

I know a little something about volleyball. One thing I know is that if half your starting line-up is the same height as your libero, you’re at a disadvantage. Not only does a libero wear a different-coloured shirt, on a women’s volleyball team she’s often a foot or more shorter than the star attackers. But not on Team GB.

On the Fence at the Olympics

It’s not as crowded as you might expect. In fact, the crowds in non-Olympic London seem somewhat typical for the summer tourist season. But many of the high streets almost feel deserted. The venues and Olympic-themed sites are crowded, and the trains from those sites are certainly full, but the rest of London is calm and carrying on.

Olympics Medal for Heathrow

Have you ever arrived home on a late-night or early-morning flight, breezed through a deserted customs area, and awaited your bags in an cavernous baggage claims hall? Has it ever happened to you at London’s Heathrow Airport?

I’ve been through London’s Heathrow Airport several times. It’s always an experience. My first time was shortly before 9/11. I was rather taken aback when my passport was checked no less than five times before I boarded my flight home. Little did I know that just a few months later, Heathrow’s approach would become the new normal.

My Location-Independent Office

I’ve always been a big-desk person. Ever since high school, when I rejected the little girl’s desk in my bedroom for the lure of the dining room table, I’ve preferred to work on a large space. I also like lots of legroom. While my legs are pretty short, I’m a leg fidget. . . I poke them out in different directions, sit on them, prop them up—all difficult to do under a traditional desk. I also like having all my books, and notebooks, and various accoutrements at arms’ reach.