There I am, sitting on the plane coming back from Europe.

We flew over Greenland… which is the icy one, as opposed to Iceland, which is the green one.

That right there is an iceberg.

One thing about air travel, you see places that you have never been. We flew over Ireland on the way into London, and Scotland on the way out. That was pretty cool.

And now we can add Greenland to the list.

I think, all things considered, that Ireland and Scotland are higher on my list of places I have flown over that I want to visit than Greenland is… especially since no one from Greenland has ever bothered to visit my blog.

It turns out that glaciers have stretch marks.

I think Mollie took these pictures. I wasn’t in a window seat, but I did lean over them to take a look.

That is a pretty good picture of a flowing glacier, if you ask me.

The blue of the water and the white of the icebergs and the drifting flows of smaller ice is really sort of beautiful.

I guess if you like winter sports, this is the place to go.

It has its own bleak charm.

And that’s that for our European adventure… except for this one last picture… that I did try to warn you about… me… totally naked…

In my defense, I didn’t ask to have that picture taken. My wife took it to show how high above the ground… or floor… the bathtubs in Europe are compared to most American ones. I think that was taken in our hotel in London, but all the tubs we saw had the bottom of the tub way up off the floor like that, which actually makes stepping in and out a little more dangerous if you ask me. I apologize for sharing this picture with you, but I just couldn’t let it go to waste. I hope the image doesn’t stay with you for too long. I will post some other stuff soon to flush it out. HA!