Fascinating conversation with a couple from around here this morning. The man was born and raised in Iceland. Jacob. He had a job here repairing bridges. He explained that the stone bridges were built for horse and buggy traffic. Now semi-trucks cross them. They have to inspect the bridges and see where they are cracked. Then they drill holes and secure a pipe through them and screw them in nice and tight. Hmm. Sounds exciting.
Then we started talking about Robert Burns and how they celebrated Robert Burns Day. They get together and they prepare a haggis for the celebration. Their grandson gets the honor of popping the haggis open. They give him a sharp knife and he gets to stab the top of it. Exciting. Then they sit around enjoying and reciting Robert Burns poetry. She started saying one for us about haggis. Sounds like quite a celebration.