I might as well title this post “Seeing Icelandic Horses” because truthfully, it’s the only thing that stands out in my mind when I think about the road trip.

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My latte tasted bitter that morning: too much espresso not enough milk.

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As soon as I published this post, Lisa emailed (or maybe she texted) saying, “We will go to Iceland with you.” Normally, I don’t take these things seriously because people say that to me all the time.

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Do you know the ONE thing I looked forward to the most at the end of my Camino?

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