<?xml version="1.0" encoding="iso-8859-1" ?><rss version="2.0"><channel><title>washingtonpost.com - Iceland</title><link>http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/travel/archive/abroad/europe/iceland?nav=rss_travel/archive/abroad/europe/iceland</link><description>Iceland</description><language>en-us</language><ttl>15</ttl><image><title>washingtonpost.com</title><width>140</width><height>20</height><link>http://www.washingtonpost.com</link><url>http://media.washingtonpost.com/wp-srv/hp/image/wp_web.gif</url></image><item><title><![CDATA[Wash Thoroughly Without a Swimsuit]]></title><link>http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A63998-2005Mar1.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/abroad/europe/iceland</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A63998-2005Mar1.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/abroad/europe/iceland</guid><pubDate>Thu, 31 Mar 2005 20:15:59 GMT</pubDate><description><![CDATA[That afternoon -- a May afternoon, the third day of our trip -- we were driving up the cliffside road toward the town of Siglufjordur, on Iceland's northern coast, roughly 50 miles from the Arctic Circle. Driving was rather difficult because we found ourselves in a blinding spring snowstorm with near-gale winds -- let's just call it a blizzard, for argument's sake.]]></description><author> Jason Wilson</author></item><item><title><![CDATA[Reykjavik, Iceland: The King of Clubs]]></title><link>http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A5693-2003May2.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/abroad/europe/iceland</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A5693-2003May2.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/abroad/europe/iceland</guid><pubDate>Thu, 31 Mar 2005 20:15:59 GMT</pubDate><description><![CDATA[Pounding dance beats outside my hotel window woke me from a deep disco nap. I was confused. It was only 10 p.m., way too early for the action to begin in downtown Reykjavik.]]></description><author> Seth Hamblin</author></item><item><title><![CDATA[Earth to Iceland]]></title><link>http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A62241-2002Jun28.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/abroad/europe/iceland</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A62241-2002Jun28.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/abroad/europe/iceland</guid><pubDate>Thu, 31 Mar 2005 20:15:59 GMT</pubDate><description><![CDATA[Beneath the dying light of a northern sun, we crouch around small rocky pools to boil fresh eggs in water that rises from the molten center of the planet. Clouds of steam billow skyward from dozens of spots along the riverbank. The smell of sulphur hangs in the air. In the distance, a glowing greenhouse seems to hover above the horizon, looking eerily like a golden unidentified flying object.]]></description><author> Cindy Loose</author></item></channel></rss>