I am a Souvenir purveyor’s dream. Gullible with empty suitcase pockets and a debit card. Put a thing in a store in a country that is not Here, be it magnet or coffee cup or volcano salt, I WILL BUY THE THING.  And so today, on I went to Iceland and now all I think is Iceland and everything is Iceland, I procured this special salt in Reykjavik, which I will sprinkling all over assorted meats and vegetables and grains and perhaps my own body until it’s gone, at which point, I should probably go back to Iceland to procure more.