The Precise Moment I Knew Iceland Was Home

Like most globetrotters, I get this odd endorfine kick whenever I go someplace new. For the first few days — sometimes weeks — in an unfamiliar environment, I have almost unlimited energy: I can go hours without food and never tire of work, of walks, or both. Everything is exciting and interesting.

In most places, that initial boost levels off with time. Every place has its routines and even foreigners quickly settle into the rhythm of their temporary home — be it slow Central American beachsides or the sprawling metropolises of L.A., Sydney, or London.