Going to Iceland. I don’t blame you. It’s beautiful. Gulfoss. The Golden Falls. With its eternal rainbow. What’s not to love?
Well, this, maybe. Hey, but everybody’s as much in love with it as you are. You’re in good company. That’s nice.
That’s not so bad at all, is it. But this?
That’s OK, too. I mean, everyone is safe this way, and that’s good, plus things erode. We don’t want things to erode. Thing is, well… IF … you … turn … around … there … is … this.
Will you go there? Likely not. There are, after all the beautiful falls. Very beautiful. There’s a path.
And you can always go wait for the Geysir up the road. That’s fun. It really is. It’s even more fun to watch the watchers.
Still… IF you turn around (and miss the Geysir) …
Will you go there? The Icelanders hope you won’t. They want you at the Geysir. Ahh, that’s better.
Let’s face it. That’s worth putting your back to the mountains. Or is it?
It’s a tricky dance, to be a traveller in Iceland.
A Farm in Iceland 
So much to look at! Although personally, I find the mountains to be much more alluring than the geysir.
So do I. It’s a spitty little geyser surrounded by mud. For geysers, go to Yellowstone, I say. They are crazy fun there.
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I just heard a story about Yellowstone from a professor and filmmaker I spoke to yesterday. Apparently there’s a ‘new’ trend related to Old Faithful. Tourists will gather, wait for its appointed time of eruption, and when it goes off they turn their backs to it – for selfies. What a sight that must be.