I’m having an ethical (or moral- I can’t be bothered to know the difference) dilemma: In the wake of Iceland’s devastating financial ruin, should Bryan and I take advantage and go for a short weekend break?
Legend has it that Iceland’s once storied $20 beers and soft drinks have plummeted to a reasonable $2.50 per refreshment. About a month ago I casually mentioned it might be a good time to go. But lately I have been seeing life-sized ad(vert)s on the tube with declarations like, “Take Advantage of the Lowest Exchange Rate in Twenty Years!” and newspaper article headings: “20% More UK Travellers Went to Iceland this September”. So now that the vulture circling is being this publicly encouraged, I am starting to feel guilty. According to the Daily Telegraph by way of Wikipedia, the Icelandic króna’s decline is reportedly only beaten by that of the Zimbabwean dollar. OH NO YOU DIT-INT.
You’re never supposed to kick a man when he’s down, right?
But why wait to go when the country becomes cost-prohibitive again. So if you want to meet us there, let us know. The country’s tourist board doesn’t seem to mind.
In the meantime, today is blue skies in London- which seems rather a bit of a miracle. It has been gray and rainy lately and I hope you all make fun of me for trying to wax prophetic this summer about the amazing weather here.