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?