Some day, when I am slightly less afraid of heights, I will claim the Westman Islands of Iceland for myself…
*Some* day. Nothing now… or even close to now. I don’t own a passport and we just learned through our cousins that our last name around this time was Gustafson — so the name of this group of islands is probably a coincidence.
So you know what? I’ll just skip naming a land named after me after me. No biggie. Didn’t want to get that awful photo taken anyway.
Plus? This looks HIDEOUS. No one should ever visit. Gross!!
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