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June 25th, 2009 – by: reger1520
I woke up yet again with a stomach ache, no appetite, and a lack of energy. I managed to stomach a croissant, take a shower, and get on the bus for the hour and a half ride through the countryside. I slept the entire way and woke up to see the towering island of Mt. Saint Michel.
Mt. Saint Michel is a tiny island in the Normandy region of France. It is home to a small village, a monastery, and an abbey. Today, the town is full of tourist shops and restaurants as it has become one of the most popular tourist attractions in Europe. It is also famed for its location because of the tides. At high tide, the island can only be reached by boat.
Once we arrived, we fought through tourists up dozens of stairs to reach the entrance of the monastery. Unfortunately, Bertrand discovered he had lost his credit card and we would all have to pay separately and be reimbursed later that afternoon (Bert later found his credit card at a grocery store back in Bayeux). After that short ordeal we were off to see the monastery.
My camera decided to act up again today so I only have a few pictures. The monastery itself is rather old and is still in use today, despite the tourists. After about an hour exploring the place, most of my friends wanted to sit down for a nice seafood meal.
Another unique feature about this place is that at low tide, almost all of the water vanishes for miles. Despite warnings, we began to trek on the rocks and sand surrounding the island. It was then we spotted groups of people miles off shore walking on the sand. We followed.
Much of the sand was very steady; however, we had seen signs warning of quicksand and fast currents where there was still a bit of water. We carefully made our way further and further from the island through knee deep water, mud, and sand. The four of us (Me, Matt, Sarah, and Melissa) had never seen quicksand so we had this subconscious fear about it.
We began walking at 2:00pm and had to meet our group back at the bus at 4:00pm. At 3:00pm, about a mile or two from the island, we decided to take some last photos and begin the trek back through the water and sand. This was one of my most memorable afternoons by far and I was glad that I, along with my three friends, decided against a seafood lunch.
After cleaning our legs off and returning to the bus, it was nap time. I slept all the way back to Bayeux and then again for another hour until dinner. I woke up feeling sick again, stomached a bit of food, and then rested some more.
Around midnight, just as I was about to call it a night, one girl in our class received a text that Michael Jackson had died. That was the only news we were able to receive about it at the time and we couldn’t believe it. We confirmed it the next day when we took a look at the newspaper. I will always remember where I was when Michael Jackson died.
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