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Walking from the bus to the Mt. Saint Michel
Mt. Saint Michel. I had been looking forward to this day ever since the Metz program had started. Unfortunately, the day didn’t start as planned.

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.
Fighting through the crowds to the top
However, at low tide, cars and busses can access the island.

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.
Top of the abbey
It sounded appealing at first, but then I thought about my stomach, and then my wallet. Luckily, I wasn’t the only one that wanted to go explore something else. And boy did we explore.
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.
A courtyard
At one point, we took a few steps and began noticing the whole ground shaking. It looked like we were walking on a waterbed and it was ready to pop at any moment. Not knowing if it was quicksand or not, we decided to take another route across just in case.

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.
What our feet looked like after walking
I ended up staying around the hostel with most of the group telling stories and just hanging out. Another group of Americans were staying at our funky hostel that night as well, including a few from Fargo, so they joined our crazy group and we all hung out together. Our class was starting to feel like a big family by this point. We had spent the last month together just about all day everyday and we had gotten very close. I plan on seeing some of them again in August and I most likely will make a trip down to Orlando in the winter to visit some of the Central Florida students.

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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Walking from the bus to the Mt. Sa…
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Fighting through the crowds to th…
Top of the abbey
Top of the abbey
A courtyard
A courtyard
What our feet looked like after wa…
What our feet looked like after w…
The island
The island
Heading out through the sand
Heading out through the sand
Our footsteps
Our footsteps
Trekking through the water
Trekking through the water
Melissa going through the water
Melissa going through the water
The island from about a mile
The island from about a mile
Matt and I
Matt and I
Sarah and Melissa
Sarah and Melissa
My favorite picture so far on the …
My favorite picture so far on the…
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photo by: madeleine