My Own Private Iceland #6
This is the sixth in a series of posts imagining what my scheduled trip to Iceland would have been like…
My last free day.
Although I have been here seven times before, the Sun Voyager sculpture is still worth the chilly walk along the bay. So cool.
Tonight should have been a cultural experience in a cozy pub, listening to fellow “writing retreaters” read from freshly-composed literature while basking in the warmth of their companionship.
Back in the real world: “… basking in the warmth of their companionship… ” seems like a concept from another planet after two months of social distancing. During this time the “Daughters of Reykjavík” have been busy creating some NSFW culture of their own during the social distancing lock-down: