I am fortunate to have traveled to many cities in the world. From Manila to Chicago, from Paris to Dubai, from Singapore to Cairo. Places that are my anchor, for the stories I tell. Stories that, in turn, lend meaning to these places. Not only mine, but also those of friends. our journeys, our journals.
Wednesday, August 19, 2015
Reykjavík - Sign
So in July, my wife and I were en route from Chicago to Helsinki, via Boston and Reykjavík. It was our first time in Iceland, and I found myself curious about its native language. This sign was at Keflavík International Airport, and we weren't quite in Reykjavík, which was 50 kilometers northeast of the airport. But Chicago O'Hare International Airport isn't in Chicago either, but in Rosemont, northwest of the city.
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