One more sign

that I have actually moved to Iceland: I waited to get an appointment with a dentist here, instead of having one with my old dentist in the States. Of course, my dentist here has a fabulous waiting room that is practically like a spa, and last time I went in, I thought he did a good job on my dental work. Worth the Icelandic copay, I would say.

Pretty ironic though, since the only time he had an appointment was at 8am Thursday morning. Just before I called him, I had called to get a time at the Mazda dealership in Reykjavík, and had said I could not possibly make it in before 10am. Now I have both appointments on the same day, so my Thursday will be a big busy day in the big city.

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