Friend Magie, or Iceland,  as I dubbed her in grad school after her home country, posted this picture she took of me nearly three years ago when I arrived at the Reykjavik airport. It makes me feel and ask so many things,  like: Is my face actually made of Play-Doh? But mostly:  I hope that I get to land in many more countries for the first time,  and that I am always greeted by a beautiful friend with a camera and her mom’s old Toyota which we then drive all over, exploring, stopping only occasionally, by which I mean all the time, for Ice Cream.

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