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"Icelandic National Day. On June 17, 1944, Iceland was granted independence from Denmark with the repealing of the 1918 Act of Union.
Due to Denmark being occupied by German forces and Iceland by the British at the time, Denmark did not have as much influence over Iceland and, mainly for simplicity, allowed the country its complete independence, which included the rewriting of the Icelandic constitution and the transformation of Iceland into a republic. Sveinn Björnsson became the first president of independent Iceland.
Today, Icelanders celebrate this holiday on a national scale. The celebration traditionally takes the form of a parade through each urban area, with a brass band at the fore. After the parade several speeches are heldout in the open. Traditionally there is also Fjallkonan (the woman of the mountain), clad in the most festive national dress of Iceland, that recites a poem. She represents the fierce spirit of the Icelandic nation and of Icelandic nature, this is in many ways an inheritance from the period of romanticism that was reigning when the first steps toward independence were being taken. After speeches and other officialities are over a less formal celebration takes place, with musicians entertaining the crowd, candy being devoured by children in huge quantities and gas filled balloons escaping their owners and flying to the sky. It is also somewhat traditional to expect rain on the 17th of June in Iceland, in particular the SW part. However statistics will probably reveal that the incidence of rain on the 17th of June is no more than any other day of June."-Wikepedia-
It did rain! But that wa sonly to be expected. It was cold too, but I had my gloves:) I did all the appropraite things, I devoured sugar in the form of candy-floss, had my face painted, tried to sing the national anthem and bought a balloon. I watched the handball game Iceland/Sweden with hundreds of others on a big white screen downtown. Yes, our team played on our National day and we made it into the World Championship in Germany. What a great day to sit there and scream with so many others. Patriotic like hell and so worth the frozen hands, dripping nose and painful headache!
(awful picture! But it sure captures the sentiment: Exhausted, yet proud like hell!)
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