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August 13, 2014

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Lola DiMarco

I had the good fortune of visiting Iceland for a second time this year. I just love that country & cannot get enough. This trip, I took advantage of the Icelandair Stopover Program that’s simply brilliant. (I’ll be using that … Continue reading →

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The Best Two-Day Iceland Stopover Itinerary For First-Time Visitors

An Iceland stopover itinerary? A perfect solution. H i, I’m Ashley. I’m married I own a house, two cats, and about 100,000 honeybees I quit my cush job last year to be a travel blogger I’m no stranger to laser hair removal and even less of a stranger to the technicians that do it (now). No, I do not have a fear of commitment, clearly.

Now, travel-y speaking: there are cities I adore (Florence, Taipei, Munich) and there are cities I’d never even consider sharing my electric blanket with (Brussels, Milan, Caracas). The cities I love, I could live in forever. The others, I’d happily give up Nutella and Haribo Happy Colas for life if it meant I never had to enter those cities again.

But before I visit any new cities, I have no idea which category they’re going to fall into. Some cities I anticipate loving but in the end just make me want to toss a baguette into someone’s bike spokes (Pompeii) and some I have zero hope for but fall head over heels in love with (Amsterdam).

Because of this unpredictability I prefer to spend only a few days in a new city at a time. To feel it out, to weigh its personality, but mostly to see if someone tries to rob me or not.

What if I’d booked a month in Brussels only to realize just one hour after arriving that I never wanted to enter that vile place again? Can you say skeerewed? I guess you could say I do have a fear of commitment, after all. A travel-related fear of commitment. The world is my Costco and each city in it a small piece of cheese on a toothpick.


The Best Two-Day Iceland Stopover Itinerary For First-Time Visitors

An Iceland stopover itinerary? A perfect solution. H i, I’m Ashley. I’m married I own a house, two cats, and about 100,000 honeybees I quit my cush job last year to be a travel blogger I’m no stranger to laser hair removal and even less of a stranger to the technicians that do it (now). No, I do not have a fear of commitment, clearly.

Now, travel-y speaking: there are cities I adore (Florence, Taipei, Munich) and there are cities I’d never even consider sharing my electric blanket with (Brussels, Milan, Caracas). The cities I love, I could live in forever. The others, I’d happily give up Nutella and Haribo Happy Colas for life if it meant I never had to enter those cities again.

But before I visit any new cities, I have no idea which category they’re going to fall into. Some cities I anticipate loving but in the end just make me want to toss a baguette into someone’s bike spokes (Pompeii) and some I have zero hope for but fall head over heels in love with (Amsterdam).

Because of this unpredictability I prefer to spend only a few days in a new city at a time. To feel it out, to weigh its personality, but mostly to see if someone tries to rob me or not.

What if I’d booked a month in Brussels only to realize just one hour after arriving that I never wanted to enter that vile place again? Can you say skeerewed? I guess you could say I do have a fear of commitment, after all. A travel-related fear of commitment. The world is my Costco and each city in it a small piece of cheese on a toothpick.


The Best Two-Day Iceland Stopover Itinerary For First-Time Visitors

An Iceland stopover itinerary? A perfect solution. H i, I’m Ashley. I’m married I own a house, two cats, and about 100,000 honeybees I quit my cush job last year to be a travel blogger I’m no stranger to laser hair removal and even less of a stranger to the technicians that do it (now). No, I do not have a fear of commitment, clearly.

Now, travel-y speaking: there are cities I adore (Florence, Taipei, Munich) and there are cities I’d never even consider sharing my electric blanket with (Brussels, Milan, Caracas). The cities I love, I could live in forever. The others, I’d happily give up Nutella and Haribo Happy Colas for life if it meant I never had to enter those cities again.

But before I visit any new cities, I have no idea which category they’re going to fall into. Some cities I anticipate loving but in the end just make me want to toss a baguette into someone’s bike spokes (Pompeii) and some I have zero hope for but fall head over heels in love with (Amsterdam).

Because of this unpredictability I prefer to spend only a few days in a new city at a time. To feel it out, to weigh its personality, but mostly to see if someone tries to rob me or not.

What if I’d booked a month in Brussels only to realize just one hour after arriving that I never wanted to enter that vile place again? Can you say skeerewed? I guess you could say I do have a fear of commitment, after all. A travel-related fear of commitment. The world is my Costco and each city in it a small piece of cheese on a toothpick.


The Best Two-Day Iceland Stopover Itinerary For First-Time Visitors

An Iceland stopover itinerary? A perfect solution. H i, I’m Ashley. I’m married I own a house, two cats, and about 100,000 honeybees I quit my cush job last year to be a travel blogger I’m no stranger to laser hair removal and even less of a stranger to the technicians that do it (now). No, I do not have a fear of commitment, clearly.

Now, travel-y speaking: there are cities I adore (Florence, Taipei, Munich) and there are cities I’d never even consider sharing my electric blanket with (Brussels, Milan, Caracas). The cities I love, I could live in forever. The others, I’d happily give up Nutella and Haribo Happy Colas for life if it meant I never had to enter those cities again.

But before I visit any new cities, I have no idea which category they’re going to fall into. Some cities I anticipate loving but in the end just make me want to toss a baguette into someone’s bike spokes (Pompeii) and some I have zero hope for but fall head over heels in love with (Amsterdam).

Because of this unpredictability I prefer to spend only a few days in a new city at a time. To feel it out, to weigh its personality, but mostly to see if someone tries to rob me or not.

What if I’d booked a month in Brussels only to realize just one hour after arriving that I never wanted to enter that vile place again? Can you say skeerewed? I guess you could say I do have a fear of commitment, after all. A travel-related fear of commitment. The world is my Costco and each city in it a small piece of cheese on a toothpick.


The Best Two-Day Iceland Stopover Itinerary For First-Time Visitors

An Iceland stopover itinerary? A perfect solution. H i, I’m Ashley. I’m married I own a house, two cats, and about 100,000 honeybees I quit my cush job last year to be a travel blogger I’m no stranger to laser hair removal and even less of a stranger to the technicians that do it (now). No, I do not have a fear of commitment, clearly.

Now, travel-y speaking: there are cities I adore (Florence, Taipei, Munich) and there are cities I’d never even consider sharing my electric blanket with (Brussels, Milan, Caracas). The cities I love, I could live in forever. The others, I’d happily give up Nutella and Haribo Happy Colas for life if it meant I never had to enter those cities again.

But before I visit any new cities, I have no idea which category they’re going to fall into. Some cities I anticipate loving but in the end just make me want to toss a baguette into someone’s bike spokes (Pompeii) and some I have zero hope for but fall head over heels in love with (Amsterdam).

Because of this unpredictability I prefer to spend only a few days in a new city at a time. To feel it out, to weigh its personality, but mostly to see if someone tries to rob me or not.

What if I’d booked a month in Brussels only to realize just one hour after arriving that I never wanted to enter that vile place again? Can you say skeerewed? I guess you could say I do have a fear of commitment, after all. A travel-related fear of commitment. The world is my Costco and each city in it a small piece of cheese on a toothpick.


The Best Two-Day Iceland Stopover Itinerary For First-Time Visitors

An Iceland stopover itinerary? A perfect solution. H i, I’m Ashley. I’m married I own a house, two cats, and about 100,000 honeybees I quit my cush job last year to be a travel blogger I’m no stranger to laser hair removal and even less of a stranger to the technicians that do it (now). No, I do not have a fear of commitment, clearly.

Now, travel-y speaking: there are cities I adore (Florence, Taipei, Munich) and there are cities I’d never even consider sharing my electric blanket with (Brussels, Milan, Caracas). The cities I love, I could live in forever. The others, I’d happily give up Nutella and Haribo Happy Colas for life if it meant I never had to enter those cities again.

But before I visit any new cities, I have no idea which category they’re going to fall into. Some cities I anticipate loving but in the end just make me want to toss a baguette into someone’s bike spokes (Pompeii) and some I have zero hope for but fall head over heels in love with (Amsterdam).

Because of this unpredictability I prefer to spend only a few days in a new city at a time. To feel it out, to weigh its personality, but mostly to see if someone tries to rob me or not.

What if I’d booked a month in Brussels only to realize just one hour after arriving that I never wanted to enter that vile place again? Can you say skeerewed? I guess you could say I do have a fear of commitment, after all. A travel-related fear of commitment. The world is my Costco and each city in it a small piece of cheese on a toothpick.


The Best Two-Day Iceland Stopover Itinerary For First-Time Visitors

An Iceland stopover itinerary? A perfect solution. H i, I’m Ashley. I’m married I own a house, two cats, and about 100,000 honeybees I quit my cush job last year to be a travel blogger I’m no stranger to laser hair removal and even less of a stranger to the technicians that do it (now). No, I do not have a fear of commitment, clearly.

Now, travel-y speaking: there are cities I adore (Florence, Taipei, Munich) and there are cities I’d never even consider sharing my electric blanket with (Brussels, Milan, Caracas). The cities I love, I could live in forever. The others, I’d happily give up Nutella and Haribo Happy Colas for life if it meant I never had to enter those cities again.

But before I visit any new cities, I have no idea which category they’re going to fall into. Some cities I anticipate loving but in the end just make me want to toss a baguette into someone’s bike spokes (Pompeii) and some I have zero hope for but fall head over heels in love with (Amsterdam).

Because of this unpredictability I prefer to spend only a few days in a new city at a time. To feel it out, to weigh its personality, but mostly to see if someone tries to rob me or not.

What if I’d booked a month in Brussels only to realize just one hour after arriving that I never wanted to enter that vile place again? Can you say skeerewed? I guess you could say I do have a fear of commitment, after all. A travel-related fear of commitment. The world is my Costco and each city in it a small piece of cheese on a toothpick.


The Best Two-Day Iceland Stopover Itinerary For First-Time Visitors

An Iceland stopover itinerary? A perfect solution. H i, I’m Ashley. I’m married I own a house, two cats, and about 100,000 honeybees I quit my cush job last year to be a travel blogger I’m no stranger to laser hair removal and even less of a stranger to the technicians that do it (now). No, I do not have a fear of commitment, clearly.

Now, travel-y speaking: there are cities I adore (Florence, Taipei, Munich) and there are cities I’d never even consider sharing my electric blanket with (Brussels, Milan, Caracas). The cities I love, I could live in forever. The others, I’d happily give up Nutella and Haribo Happy Colas for life if it meant I never had to enter those cities again.

But before I visit any new cities, I have no idea which category they’re going to fall into. Some cities I anticipate loving but in the end just make me want to toss a baguette into someone’s bike spokes (Pompeii) and some I have zero hope for but fall head over heels in love with (Amsterdam).

Because of this unpredictability I prefer to spend only a few days in a new city at a time. To feel it out, to weigh its personality, but mostly to see if someone tries to rob me or not.

What if I’d booked a month in Brussels only to realize just one hour after arriving that I never wanted to enter that vile place again? Can you say skeerewed? I guess you could say I do have a fear of commitment, after all. A travel-related fear of commitment. The world is my Costco and each city in it a small piece of cheese on a toothpick.


The Best Two-Day Iceland Stopover Itinerary For First-Time Visitors

An Iceland stopover itinerary? A perfect solution. H i, I’m Ashley. I’m married I own a house, two cats, and about 100,000 honeybees I quit my cush job last year to be a travel blogger I’m no stranger to laser hair removal and even less of a stranger to the technicians that do it (now). No, I do not have a fear of commitment, clearly.

Now, travel-y speaking: there are cities I adore (Florence, Taipei, Munich) and there are cities I’d never even consider sharing my electric blanket with (Brussels, Milan, Caracas). The cities I love, I could live in forever. The others, I’d happily give up Nutella and Haribo Happy Colas for life if it meant I never had to enter those cities again.

But before I visit any new cities, I have no idea which category they’re going to fall into. Some cities I anticipate loving but in the end just make me want to toss a baguette into someone’s bike spokes (Pompeii) and some I have zero hope for but fall head over heels in love with (Amsterdam).

Because of this unpredictability I prefer to spend only a few days in a new city at a time. To feel it out, to weigh its personality, but mostly to see if someone tries to rob me or not.

What if I’d booked a month in Brussels only to realize just one hour after arriving that I never wanted to enter that vile place again? Can you say skeerewed? I guess you could say I do have a fear of commitment, after all. A travel-related fear of commitment. The world is my Costco and each city in it a small piece of cheese on a toothpick.


The Best Two-Day Iceland Stopover Itinerary For First-Time Visitors

An Iceland stopover itinerary? A perfect solution. H i, I’m Ashley. I’m married I own a house, two cats, and about 100,000 honeybees I quit my cush job last year to be a travel blogger I’m no stranger to laser hair removal and even less of a stranger to the technicians that do it (now). No, I do not have a fear of commitment, clearly.

Now, travel-y speaking: there are cities I adore (Florence, Taipei, Munich) and there are cities I’d never even consider sharing my electric blanket with (Brussels, Milan, Caracas). The cities I love, I could live in forever. The others, I’d happily give up Nutella and Haribo Happy Colas for life if it meant I never had to enter those cities again.

But before I visit any new cities, I have no idea which category they’re going to fall into. Some cities I anticipate loving but in the end just make me want to toss a baguette into someone’s bike spokes (Pompeii) and some I have zero hope for but fall head over heels in love with (Amsterdam).

Because of this unpredictability I prefer to spend only a few days in a new city at a time. To feel it out, to weigh its personality, but mostly to see if someone tries to rob me or not.

What if I’d booked a month in Brussels only to realize just one hour after arriving that I never wanted to enter that vile place again? Can you say skeerewed? I guess you could say I do have a fear of commitment, after all. A travel-related fear of commitment. The world is my Costco and each city in it a small piece of cheese on a toothpick.



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