photo credit: Arni Saeberg/Bloomberg News (via NY Times)
Eyjafjallajokull!! Isn't that a fun name to say? Or at least try to say?
Airports all over Europe, east and west, are a mess, fully or partially shut down for days now, with no news as to when they'll be open again. Voice of Reason was headed from one research city to another, when they told her on the plane that they'd all have to get off because, as it turned out, they wouldn't be taking off. Happy Genius (a friend from my year in Fellowship City), who was supposed to fly down to visit me next weekend, may or may not be able to make it. Both have had romantic rendezvous fall through at the last minute, as did Medieval Woman, whose Dutchman husband is stranded in Dutchmanlandia -- ironically, only weeks after finding out that the long-distance portion of their relationship was finally over.
That's right: volcanoes are the enemy of romance. You heard it here first.
Now, I'm not scheduled to leave Exotic Research City for 10 days, and I hope that'll give it all time to blow over (literally) and for the backlog of passengers to get taken care of. I'm fortunate in that I have a place to stay if I get stuck. These poor vacationers find themselves scrambling for someplace to lay their heads, for days on end now, and with no word as to how or when they'll be able to get home. And Exotic Research City is not in Iceland itself, so I'm fortunate, relatively speaking.
But here's the thing: I've already lived through one volcanic eruption, as a child. Shouldn't that have bought me a lifetime pass?