Iceland taught me one thing about myself that I never knew. I like ponies way more than I should. Roughly the size of Maine, Iceland’s infrastructure is fairly simple on […]

I’m in an orange jumpsuit in a shack in the middle of nowhere. Outside, wind is swirling and hammering the wooden slats with snow. Someone slaps me in the chest […]

So two Americans are sitting in a Swedish sauna with four Belgians, two Austrians, and two Turks in Iceland on a cold February night. The sweat rolls off the back of […]