When I walked back into town, I matched the street signs at a major intersection with the wrong streets, and then wandered wayyyy off track. I didn’t have a data plan or a map with me. But no worry, I felt safe and could spot the tall tower of Hallgrimskirkja to get oriented again.
Two and a half miles later, I went straight to a bar that specializes in gin and said, “I like gin. Make me something please.” The alchemist behind the bar tried to get specifics out of me. But I did not have the energy to make decisions and assured him that I would be happy with anything he created. He did some mixing and shaking and singe-ing of a rosemary sprig. And this emerged.
He later showed me all of the ingredients and said that it was fun for him because it’s rare that someone gives him full reign to concoct.
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