Iceland July 1989 - July 1990
I got to Iceland and the first thing they did to me was keep me awake the whole day. They do this get you aclimated to the new time zone.
What they did to the Americans was take the worst area on the whole island and tell us to build our stupid radar site out there. Nasty place. Nothing but rocks and wind. Ergo... The name "Rockville".
What did I do in Iceland mostly?... Drank beer. LOTS of it. Drinking was the primary pass time up there and it really got outta hand. Most people think of throwing up as kinda disgusting. We considered it a sport.
Iceland was a strange place. It smelled like rotten eggs. (That was the sulfur from the hot springs) And it was never really "warm". Plus the Icelandic's don't like Americans too well.
While I was gone, Becky kept herself busy working for Kelly Services, which is a temporary job service. The best job she had was dressing as a bag of potato chips at a grocery store.
She also got another cat while I was gone, (which eventually had to be fired).