Today we went to Iceland. We had thought we were being all clever because we remembered that grade-school anecdote about how Greenland is the icy one and Iceland is the greeny one, but guess what? It's cold as all F here. 20 degrees.
I would tell you what city we're in, but there's no point. They all have totally crazy names. In fact, of the list below, I bet you can't tell which five are actual Icelandic cities and which one is just something I made up by hitting a random combination of letters from the others.
So yeah, don't worry about where we are exactly. Anyway. Here's a picture of us on a majestic mountain (Kelly insisted on buying one of those dorky jester ski hats. I told her she would look like a total noob, but she insisted).
I was very excited to arrive in Iceland because I had read about how all the people there are rich, happy, and well-educated regarding evolution. Let me tell you, they did not disappoint! I cannot tell you how many times we visited in restaurants or stores today and were stopped by jubilant Icelanders offering to use their personal, sizable per capita share of the GDP to pay for our stuff.
"By the way, did you ever notice how some of a population's inherited traits become more common at the expense of others over successive generations?" they would cheerfully ask as they forked over their money to pay for our dried fish or miniature Icelandic flags. "It's a process that's usually measured in terms of the genes that encode the competing traits!"
Given the genial and intelligent nature of its people, we certainly enjoyed our day in Iceland. We'll be glad to be going somewhere much warmer tomorrow, the final day of our trip, but this was certainly an educational and delightful stop.
It's time to head out, so I'll close with a traditional Icelandic farewell: "Goodbye--and don't let the door hit ya where the good years of genetic progression split ya!"
Oh yeah--FYI, the city I made up was Wejsduroewwer.