i'm doomed

in my constant perusal of travel sites, i find lots of interesting places to go. you know, cool little restaurants or cheap hostels. today, though, i have found one place which i'd like to stay for at least a month, preferably two or three. it's a little bigger, and it'd be hard to miss. it's called Iceland.

i hope you don't picture iceland as a giant barren glacier, because it's not. it's the land of fire and ice. FIRE AND ICE, people! volcanoes, mountains, northern lights, whales, green cliffs...just peruse yourself a few of these pictures and THEN tell me you'd rather spend a semester in london.

i thought the history, zeal and beauty of Scotland made it the coolest place i'd ever want to go. then i discovered the complexity and uniqueness of russia. now i am trying to figure out how i can take a month off of work next summer to be in rugged, intense, brilliant iceland.

in other news, i leave for england in two weeks and one day, exactly! (although, after looking at the pictures of iceland, the lands of anglo-saxony in general look a little boring and stuffy.) however, something tells me i will love the southern coast of ireland, and now that we're thinking of scrapping our little Paris outing (due to time constraints), maybe we'll have time to head up to the northern end of scotland, or take a ferry ride to the Isle of Man. it's like the slogan for missouri or some other lame state. "possibilities: endless!"