This is the story of Taco’s near-death experience.
The tradition of “Sister Trips” continues in an excursion along the East Coast. Three ladies. Two dogs. One car.
Between the oak groves and along the St Johns River there’s a family-owned citrus farm built by hand by Cecil and Stella Nelson. It’s kinda magical.
I tried hákarl. It’s on Anthony Bourdain’s list of foods he’ll never eat again. And after this, I’ve started a similar list.
All this way for a crashed plane on a deserted beach. And the puffins.
Literally the land of fire and ice.
Call me when you figure out how to pronounce Kerlingarfjöll or Gýgjarfoss or Goðafoss.
So…Iceland. The hype is real.
This might have been the sister trip, but it quickly became Taco’s fat camp. When you’re normally 6 pounds, an extra pound is a lot.
Lots of rocks here. Rock formations. Arches. Canyons. Heavy geological focus with this one.