This time last year, I was just returning from  a mini–tour of Europe, ten incredible days spent eating and walking and drinking and touristing in Reykjavik, London and Dublin. My how things change. This year, I’m on a break again, albeit under much different circumstances. Transitioning from one job to the next, I bought myself a bit of time in between to take a breather, something that doesn’t come around very often when you’re a working stiff just trying to get by. I thought about taking a quick trip somewhere, finding a cheap flight and a comfy Airbnb near a beach for a few days. I was actually very close to…