a place far away

I’m reminded of the time I was moving from Texas to Georgia when my 4 year old grandson asked, “is is faaar faaar away?” In his world it was.

My best friend and I went far, far away yesterday.

We drove from the island of Streymoy at sunrise

through the undersea tunnel to Esturoy where we

attended the 11am service at Glyvra Kirkjygarður Lutheran Church. The music – hymns sung by the congregants and accompanied by organ – was worship for me. Then we

drove through an undersea tunnel to Bordðy where we watched a tug boat steer a ship out to sea

and traversed two tunnels to a bridge which crossed

over to Vidoy

where we picnicked near a gathering of Highland cows,..

overlooking Fugloy Island.

We intended to drive to the top of the island but an issue with a tire losing air over the past several days was worrisome. We kept adding air but this day it was not holding the added air. We ended up in someone’s driveway. The owner used a pump device that, once it was plugged into the cigarette lighter, pumped the tire back up. Then a nail in the tire was spotted. Oh no!

We made one more stop on Vidoy Island before traversing all the aforementioned islands home.

We made it safely home, with one stop in Eysturoy for a quick bite to eat and, more importantly, FaceTime with my younger son on his birthday.

Upon returning to the hotel, I asked the front desk to contact our car rental company. It was soon set up for a replacement car to arrive just after 8am this morning. It did, and just like that, we were on our way to another great adventure.

Yesterday’s Sabbath Day was an extraordinary day of island hopping faaar, far away.