It's another beautiful day in the neighborhood and I just came back from playing in the lava with my two year old.
Mind you, not the flowing magma from the new volcano outside of town - I’m not a lunatic.
We were playing in the hardened lava rock fields that have been here for hundreds of years.
Us Icelanders have to build our towns around them so I can't throw a stone without hitting a lava field around here.
When I was a little kid I used to play in the lava all the time, so I cackle at the suburban forts some kids had to settle for.
I see your silly fort and raise you a viking village forged from the lava!
So I’m showing her how to play in the lava field without accidentally falling through a thin layer of moss into a jagged crevice eagerly waiting to skin your knees.
(I feel like they should shoot the next Saw movie here. Lots of potential out there, and like my dad always says, "Sometimes people just get lost in the
lava...")
So basically, everywhere you turn there's another extreme obstacle course for kids.
And the first lesson of the lava field is to mind your surroundings.
So imagine the scene from Batman Begins where they're training on the ice in "Tibet" *cough* shot in Iceland *cough*