Pat, Rachelle, Katie, Jean, and Phuong My on our way to Bayeux! Bayeux is a cute little town in Normandie that is about 4 hours away. We made reservations for a hostel before we left and when we got there, the woman at the office de tourisme informed us that they don't send people there anymore because it's "dangerous." She recommended this monestary. So we went to the monestary and ran into a nun and asked her about the hostel there. She then asked if we had called the day before and we said no, but she had recieved a reservation for 6. So low and behold it was her who we had talked to. This was the beginning of our list of freaky Bayeux events. Making reservations with a nun who we didn't think we had called...



Rachelle being creepy inside the creepy monestary.

The freaky monestary where we stayed and the nun hated us. Not only did she rip us off - and by that I mean she didn't charge much but then added for sheets and breakfast- but we paid 4 euros for breakfast and even though we were all on time for our tour (at 8) we got up from breakfast to leave and she informed us that we had to wash our own dishes. For 4 euros. And all we got to eat was bread and jam and tea/coffee. SO we asked if we could do them later because we were in a hurry at this point, and booked it. Any by booked it I mean we grabbed all the bread we could to get our money's worth and then proceeded to run across Bayeux. That's right, the whole town of Bayeux, including across the grass of the cathedral. While we were eating our bread. But, we did make it on time.





From Bayeux we took a "Gold Beach Invasion" tour of the DDay beaches and such which was great because there was only room for 8 on the tour, and there were 6 of us, so we really got to see everything in a small group and talk to the guide.
Katie and I with one of the landing DDay beaches behind us. Also behind are the cliffs that had to be scaled to reach the main part of land.

Me, Rachelle, Patrick, and Jean kinda posing in one of those things

As our tour guide said, there could be bodies and whatnot under all these huge pieces of cement that haven't been moved since they landed after being blown up. Katie and Rachelle thought they'd try to combine their strength.. but to no avail.

We never actually walked on Omaha beach, but that is it behind us. (Kaitie, me, Jean, Patrick, and Rachelle)

Not much to say about this except there were quite a few of them.

The Cimetiere Americain.



We could not for the lives of us remember what those things are called. And obviously I still can't.. but there are a few around Bayeux.

What I don't have any pictures of is the Bayeux tapestry which is pretty cool. I got the story of it pretty much engrained in my head at the museum, but if you don't know what it is you should look it up because it really is amazing.

I also know I'm forgetting some crazy story or another about this trip, so I'll try to remember to write about them on here as the come to mind.