Our flight took off on Friday, March 20, at around 8:45 and was about a 6-hour flight, meaning we’d be landing at 2:45 AM our time (but Iceland is about 5 hours ahead in time zone, so we landed at 7 AM local time). Gwen mostly slept beside me; I probably caught a couple hours of sleep before landing in…
ICELAND! The descent was instructive as to the nature of the country; out of my window, I saw a snowy, mountainous landscape with a few sparse, thin ribbons of light—highways cutting through the darkened landscape—and a smattering of modest, barracks-like buildings. I thought what a contrast this approach was, with its scant evidence of human habitation, with the vast orange grid that one sees on the descent into the Chicagoland area.
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