ugh. sunva got me into this.
it's all good. today was another lovely day on the faroe islands. sad to say, it was my last day on the faroe islands...
it all began around 9:30 or so in the morning.
i awoke and padded into the kitchen to find mikkjal and kjarton (the littler boy...3 years old or so...name pronounced "charshton") at the table, working on puzzles together. (they were those wooden puzzles little kids have that are pictures of cars and trains or different kinds of animals...so cute.) sunva was curled up on the couch to which she'd relocated after waking up, and poul jens was just arriving from his in-laws', having stopped to get breakfast stuff on his way to sigrid and mikkjal's.
so...breakfast, blah blah blah, yum yum yum...and then our days had to begin, so we said goodbye to mikkjal and many thanks and a hug or two and we're off.
[i'm so sorry to report, dear reader, that i have zero pictures of the family. like i've said many a time, they are all gorgeous, but you'll have to take my word for it. perhaps sunva will start a blog and share pictures of all of her friends and then you can see...]
sunva has some more work to do at the newspaper for which she is freelancing, so poul jens and i drive around tórshavn, seeing some of the older parts of town and staying out of the rain and killing time until it's time for my interview.
yeah, so, funny story about how that even became a possibility. our first day in tórshavn, poul jens and i came by the newspaper to pick sunva up in the afternoon and she gave me a tour of the building. it's a really cool old house that they've redone in a really great, open way with lots of light and original hardwood flooring, etc. so, we're going around and i'm meeting people here and there and sunva and i are talking about some of her upcoming shoots and all that and we are up on the second floor where all her equipment is and she brings me into the office of her editor-in-chief, jan müller, who is very quiet and has a very stern look despite being very easy to get along with and talk to, from what sunva has told me. meeting him takes all of 30 seconds, during which sunva basically explains who i am and that i was traveling in israel and then came here for a visit and we're out of his office again and sunva's tying up loose ends and getting her stuff together. i pause at a copy of the danish newspaper page that caused such an uproar in the muslim world: that page that they printed that had all the muslim stereotypes cartoons. i had never seen it and was interested, even though i couldn't read any of the danish copy...
so, we're on our way out and jan calls to sunva and they have a brief conversation during which i don't think he even looked at me. walking down the stairs she explains that she has agreed for me to be interviewed for the paper.
huh? why?
that's a bit unclear, but whatever. so, i was a bit nervous about all this and kind of hoped/assumed it would get forgotten or they'd run out of time or scrap the idea or what have you. but it didn't and they didn't, so there i was on a rainy tuesday in the faroes, driving back to the newspaper with poul jens to meet a reporter.
since bill clinton had been in town, and since the paper is called sosialurin ("the socialist"), we kind of thought there might be a political bent to the interview and they might want to know what i thought about the war and the upcoming presidential election, etc. i had even read up a bit on the candidates just so i wouldn't be completely ignorant if the interview did go in that direction.
funny thing, that didn't come up at all. the interview was more like a get-to-know-you kind of conversation. the reporter, leo, was very nice and had just been in washington state, so we talked a bit about life in the states compared to life in the faroes, and sports, and photography, and how i know sunva, and so on and so forth.
i have no idea what he's going to write.
and i have no idea how the photos will turn out.
that's right: there were photos.
i sat in the rain on the rocks by the parliament building, holding an umbrella and a camera.
the photographer asked if i had a little american flag with me! (i found that pretty funny and laughed out loud when he asked me. i think he realized on second thought that that might be an unusual thing to carry around...)
oh...i'm such a nobody; that whole experience was really funny. i hope it's a nice little piece, though, and that people get a kick out the off-season tourist whose visit coincided with clinton's.
ack!
anyway, moving on, interview: over, sunva's work: over (for the day), and we're free to go.
by now it's late in the day and we're hungry so we go to the mall and get burger king, (that's right) and run into sunva's cousin and then her friend that just had a baby and then sigrid's sister. it's fun how often one sees people one knows here...
anyway, off we go and, yippee!, next stop is another of sunva's friend's houses! i got to meet susanna!
those of you who know sunva well have probably heard tell of sigrid, susanna and eva, among others, and you may even have seen photos of these girls. i got to meet these three and we ran into a few others around town, so that was really cool for me.
susanna has two boys, just like sigrid, and their names are rogvi ("rek-veh", age 6 but looks like he's 10 or 11 and idolizes mikkjal who plays soccer for a beloved tórshavn team as well as the national team) and brandur (pronounced just how it looks, age 1 or so, extremely social with a huge impish grin that he's constantly flashing and likes to sit on the kitchen table to be eye-level with everyone). her husband is sjur?or ("shoorr-or"), and he's a bit of a local celebrity. sunva was photographing him because he's written an essay on the issue of church and state in the faroes for a book that is being published later this month, and, beyond being a cultural commentator, he's also an actor and comedian. he also speaks excellent spanish.
[sadly, again, dear reader, i have no photos. it always seems weird to me to take pictures of people i've met for less than an hour when we're in their home and i'm a guest... ugh. i wish i did have pictures to share with you, but i don't.]
so, that was a lovely little jaunt before stopping by sunva's parents' house one last time to get a few things before heading back to klaksvík for the evening.
back in klaksvík, it was a happy homecoming!
sunva's dad had gone back out on the fishing boat, but his mom and sister were still home and they greeted us with a feast of a lasagna dinner.
and then it was time to shower and pack and get in bed because in the early early morning we were taking off to have breakfast with sunva's friend eva's family before getting to the airport for our 8:15AM flight to copenhagen.
wonderful copenhagen!
and, dear reader, here is your reward for reading all of that (or just scrolling down, you clever devil!): a few photos of rainy day tórshavn.

the posh hotel tórshavn.

the posh hotel tórshavn, right next to sosialurin, the newspaper for which sunva is freelancing, and a sculpture of a national faroese hero who routed the danes' attempts to squash free trade and commercial growth in the faroes in the 18th century...

...and proof that the city is not deserted...hehe.
(the newspaper building has that plastic over the front façade because they just bought a radio station and the top floor is being renovated to house the studios and offices for the station.)

panoramic shots showing the red parliament buildings on the left (with traditional grass roof) and the harbor that lies before the downtown area where the newspaper and hotel are on the right.