Postcard from Iceland

Watch whirly tourists in the street
   And wonder whether they're insane;
They're not -- they're lost in Reykjavík
   And they just stumbled off the plane.

—10 June 2002

Or at least, that's the date I posted it to a forum, from a hostel's internet terminal -- it was probably written a day or two before. By way of explanation, flights to Iceland from North America are all red-eyes, leaving late at night and arriving 6 or 7 am, in a time zone 5 or 6 hours ahead, where the sun in summer doesn't set until midnight. The result is a lot of loopy Americans, the first couple days on the ground.

---L.