Naughty Iceland Stopover: Wild Reunion with Martha
Stepping off the Air France Airbus in Reykjavik, June sun high but air biting cold. I zip my coat, drag my rolling suitcase through empty customs. There she is: Martha, tanned Icelandic firecracker in pink tank top, bare arms, wild blonde hair under that ridiculous Peruvian hat. She waves wildly, huge grin splitting her face. […]