Who knew Iceland was where I was meant to be? I mean, on paper, it doesn't make a ton of sense. Long winters, very short days, no tacos. But, in the end, their book culture makes up for all of that. Besides, I can make my own tacos*.
News alert: upon looking for this image, I found an article about elves in Iceland. Iceland, you can stop trying so hard. I'm sold.
*just kidding Mexico, I didn't mean that. please keep making tacos. I neeeeeeeed them.