So we land in Iceland at 6:30 am, pick up our rental car, and stop at the first picnic area we see, which happens to be in the middle of a lava field, so that Bob and Larry can daven shacharit.
While they were davening, some guy comes off a hiking trail, takes a long look at them, and we start getting a little nervous. Then the guy says, "And my mother told me I wouldn't see another Jew in Iceland!"
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