I cannot begin to express why I am pulled towards the Faroe Islands. Is it the picturesque turf houses? Islands of pure mountain soaring out of the foggy Atlantic waters? The dancing, jesting, playful fog? Wistful music that embodies the haunting of the Faroes in my soul? The reserved, yet welcoming Faroese who share their home with a quiet pride?
I still don’t know. But I can pin-point the when of this love affair with a little-known-to-Americans archipelago of islands in the North Atlantic. 6th grade, age 12, as I flipped through an encyclopedia for a school research project at good ol’ Gordon Russell Middle School, home of the Thunderbirds. There it was, a photo of a craggy, treeless expanse of islands, taken from the air. That was the moment. It was never a question of if I would visit, it was always a question of when.
Well, my “when” has come and gone, and I am still spell-bound, to the point I am trying to learn Faroese, not exactly the most useful or easiest of languages. But I am compelled, wanting to further understand the Faroes through the very way the people think – their language.
So to whet your appetite and hopefully begin to share a little of why I love the Faroes, here is my first slide show of photos, starting with the capital of Torshavn. Click on the link below to view.