I'm posting from my bed, under my covers and I feel like I'm a little kid again in a fort--except it's not nearly well constructed enough to hang out in. Remember that? How after you built a fort when you were little, you would spend the afternoon just living in it...everything you did in your fort was so cool...don't eat dinner at the table--Bring it in your fort! Don't do homework in your room--Bring it in your fort! Don't watch TV on the couch! Build a fort in front of the set...heck, throw a sheet over the set, climb under and you have a TV fort.

But that's not why I'm posting tonight...as much as I love childhood nostalgia.
I'm posting thanks to Cassie Peterson, who reminded me I'm slacking with my blogging.
It's true. I was in class today, and I wrote a to-do list for what I needed to get done tonight, and blog was number 1...but then Becca called me to watch She's the Man, and even though I've seen that movie 80 times, it makes me laugh hard enough to pass up blogging to watch it.

But now here I am, ramblin. So let me get to Paris and French stuff.

Well first things first. I bought train tickets to Zurich and Luxembourg with Liz and Walsh and I got a train to and from Germany to visit Annika!
I'm absolutely so excited for the Germany trip--I have a ticket to Bremen, and a ticket from Berlin to Paris for the weekend starting Friday the 13th...ominous. My train home is a night train. I leave Berlin at 7pm and roll into Paris at 9am.

This past weekend I visited Normandy and Brittany with API folk. We got to Omaha beach on Saturday afternoon and spent time walking on the sand and visiting the cemetery. I've tried to explain what it's like to go there to my family, and it was really difficult. It was moving and overwhelming to be on the same ground where so many hearts were racing and stopping and so much blood was spilling for maybe the most honorable cause in history. The beach was the most peaceful place I've ever been. There was a dense mist coming off the water and blowing over the beach from the clouds at the same time, and you could hear the mists meet. It was really just beautiful. The water was the most...different shade of blue I've ever seen. It seemed out of place.
Becca and I found little brown, glass bottles, took off our shoes and went into the water to collect a bit of sea water to take with us.

One of the almost 10,000 headstones at the Normandy American Cemetery at Omaha Beach.

We spent the night in St Malo...it was a cute little coastal town. Everything was quiet and lowkey because tourist season is very much over.

Sunday, we drove to Mont Saint Michael--a place I've always wanted to visit. It's one of the 7 Wonders of the World, so check that off my list.
There's not much to say about it, I'll let my pictures do the talking.






I'm back in Paris now and I'm enjoying it as usual. Tomorrow, since I don't have my internship, I'm going to go explore some places I need to check off my "Paris Checklist" namely, the contemporary art museum and maybe Canal St Martin.

Bonne nuit--je t'embrasse de Paris aux Etats-Unis.