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Good morning family!



I'm so aggravated that my dates for Iceland coincided with the Zois events in Richland! It sounds like you guys are going to have a ball. Please take loads of pics so I can see what I missed.



And of course, I will be sure to take lots of pics of Iceland. We’ll be driving on Route 1, the “Ring Road” highway that goes around the circumference of Iceland. Total distance is only 830 miles. We’ve heard Iceland is extremely expensive, and the towns are small, so we’re staying in a mix of hotels, hostels, and camping. No, we will not be eating whale meat or puffin, though they are both considered national delicacies. Ewwww! According to the guidebooks, the best place for a cheap meal is in gas station delis, so I expect we will be eating a lot of Icelandic 7-11 pizza-by-the-slice and hot dogs. Yummy.



Here's our itinerary.

Thu 17-May-12 Depart Seattle to Reykjavik 4:30 pm Iceland Air flight 680

May 18-19 Friday & Saturday nights in Reykjavik: Fosshotel Lind

May 20 Sunday camping in / near Snaefellsnes Peninsula (probably in Olafsvik or Grundarfjörður)

May 21 Monday sleep in Akureyri at Akureyri Backpackers Hostel

May 22 Tuesday camping in or near Lake Mývatn / Goðafoss Falls

May 23 Wednesday sleep in a guesthouse in Egilsstaðir (tentative)

May 24 Thursday sleep in a guesthouse near Vík (tentative)

Fri 25-May-12 Depart Reykjavik to Seattle 5:00 pm Iceland Air flight 681



Love Tory

Good morning family!



My dearsweet Uncle Sid was kind enough to grant me a login into the blog! I love to follow your lives vicariously through it, but the entries have gotten far to sparse lately, so it's time I started pulling my weight toward the end of general entertainment.



Yesterday I had my appointment with the plastic surgeon. Regrettably, I didn't get any "work" done, much as my aging corpus would benefit. I was referred to him because my regular doc found a mole she didn't like. She removed the offending blemish without ceremony, done and done! Unfortunately the subsequent labwork on my former mole also offended her, so back to the doc I went.



I wasn't looking forward to having a dermatologist carve me up like Frankenstein, so I got lucky when his schedule was fully booked. Luckier, the plastic surgeon could see me immediately.



I love plastic surgeons. His office was swanky, swanky. Nice couches, and stacks of glossy magazines -- Cosmo, Glamour-- completely unlike the tattered back issues of "Healthy Living" in my regular doc's cubicle style waiting room. And the guy himself could not have been more kind (for a guy poking me with a very sharp needle, then slicing my soft bits with a sharp knife).



He had me craft a good story about how I got my new scar -- so if anyone asks, the official story is that I hit a rock while spelunking in Iceland.



Much as I enjoyed the attentiveness of the guy who had the capacity to give me a new face and double-D's, I'm relieved this little episode is over and my former-former mole is relegated to history.



Love you all, Tory