In case you haven't heard, my arrival to Iceland a little over a week ago triggered a volcanic eruption right outside of my home town.
Causation or correlation, who knows? All I know is that I'm exploding from the inside and it has nothing to do with this volcano.
It's all this f$"%$ing candy that I can't resist eating here.
If the Olympics ever made candy-making a sport, you can bet that we'd melt down all those gold medals we'd win and probably use it as coating for an edible faberge egg.
Except this egg would have licorice and chocolate inside because that's our specialty.
You can't come within restraining-order distance of the candy aisle here without seeing at least 73 different variations of licorice and chocolate put together somewhow.
Straight black licorice and milk chocolate? Eitt Sett Check.
Licorice inside a chocolate toffee thing? You better believe it.
Licorice and marzipan covered with chocolate? It's literally our trump card.
Send it all my way and I'll do my best Fat Bastard impression.
