Do you wanna build a Snowman: An Iceland Adventure

I stepped out of Reykjavik airport into a scene from a movie. The world’s canvas had been transformed, with every surface caressed by pure white snow. It stretched, untouched, for as far as the eye could see. It was eerily still, silent, with only the soft crunching of our new snow boots to remind us that we were …

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  The sounds of summer drift lazily over our back fence like smoke. Children laugh and splash in paddling pools, squealing, cold water on hot skin, lawns flooded, warm mud squelching between small toes. A lawnmower hums bee-like in the distance, and the smell of fresh cut grass hangs in the hazy air. I breathe …