Because of recent events and Glenn's Icelandic heritage, we were joking about what it would be like being stuck at Iceland for a year or two. I must say, as long as I wasn't devoured by months of lava fountains, a blood red sun, sulphurous fog and burning rivers as in 1783 (you can read about it here) and I could keep on doing what I do (the conditions!), I would love to live abroad for some time again, and I would love to do it there and in such good company...
Let's hope for all our sakes that Katla isn't awakened by Eyjafjallajökull.
PS. You do know which song and artist the post title refers to, yes?
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