National holiday, two-day celebration of Ólavsøka, weekend review. Back from Tórshavn, late coffee on a quiet Sunday in our village, recalling this year’s Ólavsøka favorites. Like: Sitting at the meeting place Trappan í Vágsbotni close to the harbor with the fall of darkness, area packed with people, meanwhile someone behind me spills his drink, so that the Faroese wool I'm wearing has a beer, too. Hey, no problem, it's Ólavsøka. Cheers!
As for me, it’s been the unexpected winning the Ólavsøka race, once again. For example: Meeting people by chance, like Eyðbjørt Skylv Midjord and Annika Djurhuus Olsen. Two friends, in the middle of taking pictures in the old town, úti á Reyni, as I ambled along lush green grass roofs and most picturesque houses. Immediately, we sat on this bench and had a chat. So nice, and completely Ólavsøka-style.
As I continue to click through yesterday’s pictures, another shot attracts my attention. Already knew this one would be among my favorites the minute I took it. Cheerful party people, gathering close to a hilarious sign in front of the restaurant Katrina Christiansen. Lettering: „Free Beer, Topless Bartenders & False Advertising.“ Have to admit: Exactly my sense of humor. Still makes me smile. Most enchanting Ólavsøka moment, though: Konni Kass and band playing at Doktaragrund in the old town. The spirit of Ólavsøka, undiluted.
