Normandy and the evil cat...

MICEFA organized a trip to Normandy. Great. I've been there twice already and I was planning to take my mom there, but, whatever, it's required for one of my classes. So Sarah and I go on this bus trip. Basically, we drive 3 hours, get dropped off at Arromanches, without any explanation and are told to be back at the bus in an hour. Lame. Sarah and I walked around and took a few pics.

We had brought our lunch, so we ate that, but it was a little chilly and most of the stuff was closed. What were we supposed to do? Everyone was relieved to be back on the bus...except a few girls who were late and we had to wait around for them.

Then we headed to the American Cemetery, where we had a guide. It made it a little more interesting, I think. There was some sort of veteran's ceremony going on at the time, so we all stopped for the Star-Spangled Banner and TAPS. Sarah also thought of a name for a new ale. Taps. Always have it on tap at the VFW.


Then, we loaded back on the bus and headed for Omaha beach. Did you know that the Americans named the beaches so that if there were a spy or if they found their plans at all, things like "Omaha Beach" meant nothing, because there was nothing named that. Only certain people could actually know what was defined as Omaha Beach. Interesting.



But in the end, it was very tiring and we learned very little, except for that most people in our program suck.