Le 22 Mars 2009

We left early yesterday morning and went to the D-Day museum in Normandy. I read a letter written by a British soldier who was in France. The letter was after D-day and pretty much just described how bad the food was and how much marching they did. The soldier liked France though. The room dedicated to the holocaust was very chilling. It was a dark room with lots of candles. There were pictures of holocaust victims faces hung on the walls which would light up randomly. After the museum we went to Omaha beach. It was so beautiful and peaceful, a perfectly poetic and fitting memorial to the soldiers who died there. I took my shoes off and walked in the ocean even though it was cold. It was kind of neat to be on American soil again in the cemetery too.
I heard a story about a French boy who was found alone and adopted by a soldier. They gave him the uniform of another soldier who died. The story says that in one battle the soldier who adopted the boy got shot and when the boy ran out to him he was shot too. They both died but the French boy who was adopted is thought to be buried in the cemetery of unmarked soldiers with the other Americans because he was wearing an American uniform.
We stayed in Saint Malo the first night, which is a beautiful little seaside walled city. Today we left early and went to Saint Michel. We took a tour of the monastery. It was really neat but also a bit touristy. Then I had a galette for lunch (a local specialty) and it was time to come home.