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| Gratuitous photo of Hallgrímskirkja. |
Kevlavik, Iceland – For a moment, the window frames appear to warp as though they've been sculpted by Salvador Dalí.
The airport rattles a few seconds with a clamour akin to buckets of nails being shaken.
And, as quickly, it's silent.
We look around, more than a little disconcerted. The woman managing the coffee shop shrugs.
"It's normal."
I only felt my first earthquake last night during a great visit to RVK Brewing Company (the Pylsuendinn was an excellent splurge), but it wasn't even enough to make the server look up from his phone.
Perhaps he was busy coming up with names for their next milkshake IPA.
(Postscript: the earthquake was determined to be a 5.2 on the Richter scale, and the Litli-Hrútur volcano erupted the next day.)
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