
I Learned Not to Turn a Cold Shoulder Toward Iceland …
Truth be told, y’all, this was not a program I was looking forward to. In fact, I was dreading it in a way. Don’t get me wrong, I love working with this client. But the program was in sub-Arctic Iceland, land of wool sweaters and wicked windchill, where layering up is a national sport. Yep, Iceland, because Frigidland sounded too clunky. Iceland, where it’s colder than a well-digger’s, ahem …



