I remember reading a story about a man who climbed Everest........he said when he finally got to the top he looked around and because of exhaustion and lack of oxygen he had the mental capacity of a mentally challenged third grader. There was no celebration, or feeling of achievement, he just thought "wow, I'm here". I guess I felt similar when we finally landed after flying all night. I was wanting a 'Walter Mitty' moment, but The reality was greasy hair, an upset stomach from bad airplane food, and a sour disposition (mean as a snake). We made friends with a nice older man who was traveling solo, so we invited him to the Blue Lagoon and offered him a ride to the big city ( don't make me type what I can't pronounce). We picked
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