Either Way, A N(ice) Trip!
My friend, fiancé, and I traveled to Iceland back in 2016. As we were hiking up to the tucked-away warmed pool of Seljavallalaug, we got to talking with a couple from California.
Woman: “Where are you from?”
Me: “We’re all Canadians.”
Woman: “How long did you have to drive?”
Me: “Our hostel isn’t too far away — about an hour or so drive.”
Woman: *Giggling* “Oh, no, let me rephrase my question: how long did you have to drive to Iceland?”
All of us, even the woman’s partner, stopped and stood in awkward silence. I asked if she was serious (just to make sure) and, unfortunately, she was. I had to fight back the temptation to be sarcastic.
Me: “Well, you see, Iceland is an island, and Canada is a part of North America — not to mention that Greenland is between the two, and it’s also an island. Do you see where I’m going with this?”
Woman: “Oh, so you flew over on a plane. I thought with all the ice, you could drive over it.”