In Iceland, the moss and lava go together like salt and pepper, like thunder and lightening, like ebony and ivory. They belong together like peanut butter and jam. Or like macaroni and cheese. Or maybe fish and chips. Not that I want to eat the lava and moss or anything. I must be hungry. The moss grows like a thick cozy blanket on top of the rough lava fields - … [Read more...] about Iceland: Moss and Lava