Today I went to the soccer game in Fuglafjordur. Fortunately, I wore my new down-filled jacket that is supposed to be good to – 40 degrees F, and it kept me warm enough. We won, 2-0.
Today I went to a soccer game in Fuglafjordur (we won, 2-0). Part way through the game I noticed that the teams didn’t wear one style of shoes, but everyone had his own kind of shoe. The red socks belong to Fuglafjordur, the blue socks to Hb (the other team), and the black pants were from half-time when various people from the grounds crew were on the field.
Short sleeve weather is gone. The wind from the north is cold, and it is strong enough to make white waves on the bay. Unfortunately, the weather turned wet and cold just in time for the annual Fuglafjordur festival, Varmakelda. There aren’t many kids out playing on the Tivoli rides.
We have had a week of lovely summer weather. On Saturday afternoon, the horn orchestra (or brass band) played for the mid-summer celebration on the beach. This celebration included a barbecue, for those who brought their own meat.
Most afternoons I see one of the rowing teams training on the bay for the races that take place on many weekends. It was warm enough this afternoon that I didn’t need a jacket or a sweater to walk to town.
Today is the longest day of the year, which means that it doesn’t really get dark here in the Faroe Islands. In fact, the street lights are turned off for the summer.
This afternoon I decided to take a walk along the bay out to the dump at the end of the road. When I started my walk, it was peaceful and quiet, except for the birds fishing in the bay and guarding their nesting grounds on the hillside. Then, at about 4 p.m. that changed. That is the time of day that people from Fuglafjordur can bring their cast-offs to the dump. Car after car passed me on the narrow one-lane road, as I edged over to the side to make room. However, not all of them drove past. About 10-12 of the drivers stopped to talk to me, and one man even brought me a letter in English that he wanted help with. Instead of a quiet walk, I had a chance to visit with friends, neighbors, and relatives.
Houses in the Faroe Islands almost always face the sea, or in this case the bay. The little brown house with a yellow boat house that appears in several photos is the house where I live when I am in the Faroes. I love being right on the edge of the water, surrounded by high mountains.