Good bye, Faroe Islands.

“Closed” in Faroese.

I am at the Vagar airport awaiting my flight to Iceland. My flight to Houston leaves in the morning.

Good bye, sheep, that traveled on and beside the roads.

Good bye, waterfalls being blown by the wind.

Good bye, wonderful COVID protocols, easy testing, and a country so safe that I didn’t wear a mask for 10 whole days.

Good bye tunnels underneath the sea and through mountains that made travel so easy.

Good bye tunnels that included art installations to zoom through.

As the sisters of Our Lady of Grace taught me to say when I bid farewell, “Until I walk on your paths again, know how much I love you, Faroe Islands.”

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