I once read a quote from Dalai Lama that perfectly expressed how I feel about travel: “Once a year go somewhere you have never been before.” It’s inspiring to know such a laudable person shares my life philosophy—at least on this point.
|A fishing village nestled on the coast of the Faroe Islands|
The history of the Faroes began when Irish monks came more than 200 years before Norse settlers arrived in 850 A.D. Vikings later drove them out, and Norwegians ruled until Denmark took over.The Faroe Islands are still part of Denmark, although the islands became autonomous in 1948 after World War II. Cultural and financial connections to Denmark are strong. For example, every citizen receives an annual stipend from the Danish government, and they use Danish coins but have their own paper bills.
|Ancient volcanic activity left its mark on the landscape of Faroe Islands|
|Deep clefts on the mountain side make the land mostly unusable.|
If you’re getting the picture that the Faroe Islands are a difficult place to live, you are right. Often young people leave the islands to study and work—and many (especially women) don’t come back.
|A squiggly road traverses the mountain on its way to the village.|
|Fishing for cod, haddock, and mackerel and salmon farming (the ring)|
are important to the economy of the Faroe Islands.
|Gorgeous cliffs at the village of Eioi on the island of Eystuoy.|
|Grass roofs utilize a commodity that is native to the islands.|
Throughout our travels from Torshavn, tiny clusters of homes dotted the coastline, while sparkling waterfalls tumbled down hillsides on their way to the ocean. Knowing that the idyllic setting belies the adverse living condition of the Faroe Islands, I cherish the memories of hazy mist drifting over verdant hillsides even more.
|Waterfalls take a circuitous path down the mountains.|
Photos by Larry and Beverly Burmeier