Ode to Mom #2

Today I gave a tour of Vikingaheimar to the President of Slovakia and a diplomatic entourage. It went well and was a lot of fun.

Afterwards, I was telling Vaka about how my mom was once offered a job at the diplomatic service of Iceland, and how she always encouraged me when I was first working in D.C. to rub elbows with people. It was kind of like, in addition to inheriting her brown eyes, she felt I had also inherited her career path.


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