Sometimes you go to a place and immediately feel at home. You feel energy flowing into your body, your mind, your soul, rather than taking it away. You feel yourself instantly calming down and recharging. The Faroe Islands are that for me. These islands in the North Atlantic combine many of the things I love about the North. Rough weather, high cliffs, mountains & the sea, waterfalls and wide grassy valleys. I have met friendly, open-minded people who have provided me with an endless supply of cake, good conversation and a place I can truly call home. And that's all I need.
My first trip there was a solo journey of discovery. I stayed in a cozy bed and breakfast tucked away in a small coastal village on Streymoy, the island that houses the capital. Each morning, I'd wake to the sound of waves crashing against the rocky shore and set out with my rental car to explore whichever island called to me that day.
What captivated me most was the raw, uncompromising nature of these islands. The Faroes don't try to charm you with gentle beauty – they hit you with something far more powerful. Brutal Atlantic storms can sweep across the landscape in minutes, transforming serene valleys into dramatic theaters of wind and rain. Yet within this harshness lies some of the most stunning scenery I've ever witnessed: emerald grass carpeting impossibly steep mountainsides, waterfalls plunging directly into the ocean, and cliffs that seem to scrape the belly of storm clouds.
The contrast is intoxicating – one moment you're battling fierce winds on an exposed mountain pass, the next you're sheltered in a peaceful village where locals invite you in for coffee and homemade cake, sharing stories as if you've been neighbors for years.
That first trip hooked me completely. I've returned several times since, each visit deepening my connection to these remarkable islands and their people. The Faroe Islands have become more than a destination – they're a refuge for my soul.

































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