Assuming we don’t get our faces chewed off in the coming apocalypse, we’ll be ringing in 2013 in bright, sunshiney Iceland. Iceland has long been my dream vacation, and because I’m a brat, I only ever wanted to go near one of the solstices to experience entire days or nights of day or night.
Last New Years we were in Panama, which has almost exactly 12 hours of sunshine and night time given its proximity to the equator. It was a perfect escape from cold, dark, late-December Baltimore. Iceland, however, was just plunked down in the super north Atlantic, left to breed volcanoes and seasonal affective disorders and hockey teams that were mean to the Mighty Ducks. They get four hours of sun per day in the winter, and I plan to spend those precious hours sipping Bjork-sponsored liqueurs in a hot spring.
We plan to return home incredibly disoriented and grateful for 5pm sunsets.