It seems I've put myself in Europe for the summer. May 21st, I left Raleigh, NC for Reykjavik, Iceland. After abandoning my original plan of hiking from the northernmost point of the country to the southernmost point (the season was still too young and snow covered the roads in the highlands), I spent twenty-seven days there going on shorter multi-day backpacking trips, as well as meeting new friends through hitchhiking and couchsurfing.
It never ceases to amaze me how there are seemingly infinite numbers of connections to be made, more people in the world than can ever be met, yet every single one has their own story, an incomprehensibly huge spiderweb of interacting life. Those that think they are the center of the world have not yet met the world.
I left that country on June 16th with more memories than I could keep preserved in my head (I had to write them all down), and traveled to London. I am currently on my way north, by thumb of course, to see Edinburgh and had the luck to stop at a new friend's house and use a computer. In northeast Iceland I met two Swedish journalists who were nice enough to let me borrow a computer and process this photo, but it seems the rest of the raws will have to wait until July when I get to Italy.
Iceland is a beautiful country. They call it the land of ice and fire. I would certainly agree.
Next stop: France.