There's a ring road that encircles the country. It takes 24 hours to drive the complete circuit.
The only native tree is the birch, which grows very slowly and doesn't become very tall. They have a joke that if you're lost in an Icelandic forest and need to figure out where you are, stand up.
The name of the country in Icelandic is Island.
I got back to New York Thursday night, but I'm camped out in hotels for another week while my bathroom is being renovated. It's an odd limbo -- home but not home -- but at least I might actually get through my unsorted pictures by the time I can move back into my apartment.
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