In Húsavík, it wasn’t uncommon to see a full can of beer half-buried in the snow. You might wonder: why not use the fridge? but sometimes it’s too far away, and it’s easier to just pick up your beer on the way to wherever you plan to drink it (apparently).
It’s a practice I’m sure most people wouldn’t dream of adopting in a larger town. Or in a town with teenagers.
Which, now that I think of it, I don’t think I saw any. Just little kids and grown-ups. How strange…