On my last day in Reykjavik, I shopped for some little gifts. One of them was a card with two pencils
attached which were in the shape of walking sticks. The card said something about getting old and wise.
I said to the woman behind the counter: Well, I know I’m old but I’m not so sure about the ‘wise’.
At this point, most Canadians would tell me:”Oh, you’re not old”.
The Icelandic woman smiled and said:” Oh, I’m sure you are a little bit wise.”
So I fell in love with Iceland.