wtf? did I fly home and not notice?

Last night there were, at one point, more Irish people in the bar than Icelandic. This morning while having breakfast I was surrounded by paddywhaccents. Walking around the sculpture garden next to Hallgrimskirkja and I hear an unmistakably Dublin voice drifting across the grass. I know I'm leaving here tomorrow, but was it necessary to ship in half the country to replace me?

really, this should all be trip-report material

but I'm waiting on an email and itchy to write stuff. Credit card use here is astonishing, and may in fact account for the priciness of things (if you have to factor in a transaction cost on everything you sell, it's going to add a few points). It is not uncommon for someone to buy a hot dog (approx $3.50) using their credit card. I've gotten into the swing of it myself, buying a beer ($8, more expensive than when I got here due to a shift in currency rates) on plastic because frankly I couldn't be bothered playing with the coins and notes. I'm sure my signature gets progressively more interesting as the night goes on. Speaking of, I've not quite figured out the circumstances under which a signature is required. I've bought $20 meals with no signature, yet every single beer has required my scrawl on the line. I used know something about this, since I spent a year working in the credit card industry, but I can't really make sense of it - it doesn't seem to be split by merchant (which was my expectation) nor by product nor by amount, although ultimately that last is what usually triggers the more serious credit checks (signature, ID, etc.) I'll just shrug and keep signing.