Two Jews in Iceland (part 1)

There's always at least one moment when you're traveling when a decision has to be made quickly or else the moment passes and the trip you might have had becomes the trip you shouldn't have made or can't remember much of when you return home. 

When I write "you" I mean "me" of course. I'm a writer who's just returned from a trip to Iceland and I'm looking through pictures I'd taken when I was traveling.

I was driving on the main road from Reykjavit toward Vatnajokull, the largest glacier mass in Europe. There was no center divider--as you can see from the picture--and cars passed so seldomly that I could drift. And I did drift, having just flown in from Seattle through 4 or 5 time zones, then stopping for a hot soak in The Blue Lagoon.

I shouldn't have been driving, I should have stopped by the side of the road and closed my eyes and taken a nap. But the road had all power over me...

(To be continued)