Aug 18, 2010 | Krafla, Iceland
Aug 18, 2010

We were up on the rim of the crater.

"Well, I can tell you one thing," he said, "and that is that Icelandic girls are very pretty."

"Yes, they are," I said.

"I mean, let's face it," he said. "They really are."

"They have one of the purest gene pools in the world," I said.

"What?" he said, because his right ear is bad and I was standing to the right of him.

"Their gene pool," I said, "it is very pure."

"Right," he said.

"The vikings stole all the beautiful girls from Ireland and took them here as slaves," I said, "so they had a good start."

"Well, if you are going to marry someone," he said, "then you should make sure you marry someone beautiful."

"Dad!" I said. "I think you give me just about the opposite advice you are supposed to give. Make money and marry someone beautiful."

"Well, I'm just saying," he said.

"Well, I'm just saying too," I said.

"Well, I guess you're beyond receiving my advice," he said.

"I don't know about that," I said, and we looked at the steam, which was making a crazy sound.