Nibble of Luxury = Blow My Little Brain | Reykjavik 101

My oldest friend, nay sister, Miss Abigail, came all the way to Reykjavik for a little weekend and treated us to a sweet palace for the brief stay. After a pull out saggy sofa bed, I was beside myself. The city glistens with cosmopolitan futurist flair and ancient saga-laden stalwarcy but hauls through the rough downturn with grit and zeal. Tourist shops, techno fusion fish restaurants, all night partyers, hot dogs, felt geometric fashion, wool everything, weak but real art pulse and mojito madness. The new Vanity Fair has a take on the economic situation and future of this alien, magical, volcanic shores, but the people carry forth with no regard to rumor or speculation. Such fortitude defies dent.