I don’t advertise vacation time anywhere online because I’m told that if I do that, I may as well leave the key to my place under my mat. But it sure is nice to just disappear and come back and discover I’ve been missed. Very nice, and I love the two of you who have said so. 😀
I have had such an heady adventure. I have been an American in France, which went amazingly well. The French are very nice, even when you don’t know the lingo. Menus have translations and a phrase book and a lot of bonjours and mercis go a long way. The heady part isn’t the joy in discovering I could order food without trouble, but the visits to World War II museums, the walk on Juno Beach, the view over Omaha Beach and the tears I shed walking among the crosses in the American cemetery.
It’s going to take me a bit to digest all that. It’ll be easier sharing photos from Bremen…
…And a drive through Paris. We had a brief stop at the Trocadéro, and my photos of the Eiffel tower are annoying, because they do not convey how f***ing huge that tower is. It is simply massive-looking and the only thing you are able to see at first. It is very close, too, immediately below the Trocadéro, but when the camera lens captures it, the structure just shrinks off into the distance. It ends up not being much bigger than all the tiny versions of it hanging from the hawkers’ belts and spread on their blankets.
In Bayeux we saw the famous Bayeux tapestry, which I have no photos of, since that was strictly forbidden. But I was very happy to see it and will return to it and other places on this blog.
But this is going to take a while for me to put into words:
Actually, I hope the feeling of overwhelm at the insanity and sacrifice and daring and 65 years of peace and prosperity never leaves me.