Where the Locals Go Edition lI: Reykjavik, Iceland Go ahead, call me addicted, but I’ll just call it a passion. I adore coffee. As wine, it’s in my DNA. I'm Italian. It’s a life excuse for everything- so Ciao Bello. To start, I had 4 hours to kill before my bus ride to the airport. So, as I was patiently waiting for the sun to rise, I couldn't think of a better way to spend my last Kronas. On coffee. Of course. With my luck - there was no rain, hail, or snow - making it easy