1. Freaking out about snowstorms.
I’ll forever think fondly of winter in New York for the way the city freaked out over snow — how it would obsessively broadcast impending storms and warn residents to either GET OUT or STOCK UP. I’ll always have pleasant memories of waiting in line for hours at the grocery store to buy weeks’ worth of water and food, and of the flurries that predicted “storms” turned out to be. In Iceland, hurricane-force blizzards wallop without warning. You’re walking outside, you’re making your way to the café, and WHAM — a gale of wind nearly knocks you to your knees; it blows your hat off your head; it piles snow drifts against your front door, blocking you in for days. Is this a big deal? Not in Iceland. Save your freak out for something else.