The Last Post-What I have learned

on the plane. 2 hot girls heading home.
Putting on her slipper socks. Ahh yeah.
The two love birds kissing goodbye at the hotel before we leave.

Sorry it has taken me a full week to do this last post. (I did write it on the plane ride home just didn't get it downloaded until today) I have been doing....well not a whole lot. Laundry, catching up with friends, sleeping, housework, laundry, sleeping...you get the drift. Since I am a teacher, I obviously had to do some reflecting on what I learned during this month long holiday. Here it is...in no specific order.

1)Water is not free.

2)When renting a 'gite' in France, inquire about whether your bathroom will indeed have a shower or at the very least a hand held spout in the tub. That is apparently not standard. (You'll notice there are no up close and personal photos from France. The greasiness factor in my hair was pretty high.)

3)Change money to Euros before you head onto the Continent because once you're there, it's a week waiting list to get money exchanged and even then only $100 at a time.

4)France is like America. The further you get out of the city, the nicer people are.

5)Just because you're in the front, doesn't mean you know where you're going.

6)There's no chance of 'blending in' when you're a group of 9.

7)We take hot water and water pressure for granted in the States.

8)It doesn't matter how many movies you've seen on WWII, you don't know everything on the subject. Grrrrr.....

9)I'm proud to be an American and proud of my Grandad for the job he did.

10)Everything, I repeat EVERYTHING, is cheaper in the States.

11)Never order open ravioli again.

12)More empathy for people who can't speak the language. A smile does go a long way though.

13)Greater respect for my Nana, who left her family, friends, country, and way of life to move to America with a G.I. whom she hadn't known all that long. At that time, without commercial air flights, she probably thought she'd never see her family again. Can you imagine? At 17? Guts.

14)Bring along band-aids even if you've broken your shoes in and worn them for months. Vacation walking, by definition, leads to massive blisters on day 1.

15)Some people can tour for 14 hours and then come back to the hotel and play cards for another 2. I can't.

16)Thoughts about men.

Scots-are rugged.

English- are dainty and wear all sorts of pastels (but have excellent suits).

French-smoke and wear too much hair gel (probably come to think about it, it's probably grease and they don't have showers either.) But they still look good. Mmm..

17)When traveling bring along a man or wear a low cut shirt. Either way you won't have to carry your luggage.

18)Don't pack more than you can carry if you don't have either of those things. :(

19)When packing for your vacation pack another bag (i.e. duffel) inside your suitcase to carry all your extras home.

20)If you have space issues, don't take The Tube.

21)Deodorant is not widely used anywhere in Europe. Bring extras with you to distribute on the Tube.

22)MC Hammer pants are back in (Harem pants).

23)I love Celtic music and Mr. Whippy's ice cream, not necessarily in that order.

24)I miss clothes dryers.

25)My back garden (and front, if we're being honest) is atrocious. Get that under control before any of them come visit us.

26)Being gone for a month in strange cities makes me appreciate my house and all its space.

27)I'm just a Kansas girl at heart.

28)Wine is cheaper than water in France.

29)Pedestrians do not have the right of way.

30)I am much more suited to First class then Coach. I mean I knew this before, but my 10 and a half hour flight home reiterated it.

31)Elevators are the exception, not the rule.

32)I do not have sea legs.

33)I can not speak French.

34) My new favorite phrase, "Voila". I'll be pulling it out often. Get used to it. Runners up were; 'Mon Dieu', 'Mais oui', and 'Och aye, the noo'.

35) Don't Jaywalk. (refer to 29)

36)There are people paler than me (excluding albinos). You just have to go to England to find them.

37)If someone offers you a fag, don't snicker. It's a smoke.

38)Gypsies still exist. And not the movie kind.

39)I miss air conditioning and drinks that are cold.

40)There's no place like home.

41)I'm a celebrity. (at least to Stefan's classmates anyway. I even signed the KS bookmarks I brought them.)

42)I missed my calling as a woman of leisure.

43)Kindles stay charged for 3 weeks. Ipods-1day.

44)I should never travel by myself. I'll get lost. Dad will as well. (How has he done it all these years? He REALLY has NO sense of direction. None.)

45)Don't make eye contact with strangers. They'll start talking to you. Don't let Mom make eye contact with strangers. She'll start talking to them.

46)I have the best family in the entire world. Thanks for the trip of a lifetime.

And then there were 3-last day in London 2/7/10

This entire building here is Harrod's. (sorry this picture got in here out of order and I can't figure out how to move it.)

The Cabinet War Room where Churchill met with his War Cabinet. This room is where they planned out D-Day among other things.

Maps left just like they were with pins on where troops are fighting.

In the tea room at Herrod's.

Today we went back into the heart of London down to Westminster. After visiting all the D-Day sites we wanted to go to the Imperial War Museum (The war rooms). These are the underground rooms that Churchill directed the war from. It was really interesting. After V-J Day (Victory Japan) they closed up the rooms and walked away. Now almost 70 years later they've opened them all back up just as they were when they left them. Maps still on the wall and coffee cups on the table. Then we went to Harrod's for tea (very fancy) and bought some things in their gift shop (all we could afford!). It's 6 floors! We got lost multiple times (not hard with us I suppose though). Then we went for the last time to Boots (their version of Walgreens I'd say) and stocked up on all our British medicines since Dad won't be bringing them home anymore. (Jed, I got more LemSip!) After Boots we saw Crabtree and Evelyn!!!!!! Means nothing to the men I know, but Mom and I were super excited. I know you can go to one back home but it's way more exciting to go to it over here!

As we got back to the hotel we decided to do McDonald's for supper (no chance of stepping foot in the hotel restraunt) and then called all of the friends and family we've visited while over here to tell them thanks again for their hospitality and friendship.

It's been a very fun, wild ride for the 4 weeks we've been here and we will all have memories to last a lifetime (and hopefully fill a scrapbook). I was joking with Dad on the way back from McDonald's that this has been the longest I've ever spent with him at one time. An entire month of him! No school, no work, just 24 hours chock full of Mikey. And we're all still speaking.

Now that's a good vacation. Thanks for coming along with me.

I'll post random pics from the trip when I get home so you're not finished with me yet!!

1/7/10 Leavng on the ferry in Cherbourg

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Leaving France

Left this morning and drove to Cherbourg to catch the ferry. This one is an Express so it will only be 3 hours versus the 6 it took us coming. John and Jessie will then leave us at Portsmouth and we will continue by train back into London by ourselves. We have one more day in London (going to the War rooms) and then will fly out on Saturday. Mom and I to KC and Dad back to Yemen for one more hitch. Cross your fingers everyone. He still says he’s retiring. He doesn’t have much time to back out yet. (I’m sure he’d find a way though.)

At the hotel, in London, we decided just to eat downstairs versus wondering around and looking for a restraunt. We looked at the menu, and other than being expensive as all hotel restraunts are here, it looked good. Italian. We went in and all three ended up ordering a dish that said it was open ravioli stuffed with seafood. Now what would that mean to you? I thought fish, crab, and maybe some sort of stuffing to hold it all together. Um, no.

After managing my way through France without ever having to eat anything that could look at me, I got a flat square patch of pasta that was covering mussells. Are you kidding me? I think if you're going to throw mussells in a dish like that there should be a disclaimor. In between the so artfully laid mussells was a miscellaneous assortment of bottom dwelling sea creatures including tentacles of squid and more, as of yet, unknown to man...things. I think Nessie might have been in there somewhere. I never wished I was at McDonald's before.

Dad ate his (he's so cultured). Mom and I filled up on bread and olive oil and told the waitor we were just simply too full to eat our meal.

All I could think of was the Family Guy episode where Stewie turns into an octopus after coming into contact with nuclear waste. Ugh.

30/6/2010-Tour of Gold and Sword Beaches and Bayeux Tapestry

In the British Cemetary. Don't think there are more fitting words to sum up the loss of life here.

Retail therapy at L'Occitane. (Anne this picture is for you!)

Dad napping at the museum of the Bayeux tapestry.

Dad and I on Sword Beach.

The gang on Sword Beach.

The circa WWI guns that the Germans were using.

Today we went on another coach tour of D-Day sites. This was only a half day though. We had a different tour guide. Not as good as the other one, Sylvan, but still very knowledgeable. We had another American family with us like yesterday. This one was from New Jersey as opposed to Ohio. They reaffirmed my thoughts that I only like mid-westerners (minus the occasional exception I suppose). At one point the New Jersey man, a high school principal said when trying to decide whether our group should go see a 15 minute movie that tries to give you a real inside view of what the soldiers would have gone through during the landing on a 360 degree movie screen-like an Imax I imagine, “I’ve seen every movie made about the war. You’re not going to show me something I’ve not already seen.” He also corrected the guide’s English (which was very good and much better than the American’s French I would bet). They’re the ones that give us bad names.
We went on a bit of a walkabout through the country side and saw Chateaux. We then saw some more coast fortifications and this time the guns (which were all leftovers from WWI-I didn’t realize those were the guns the Germans were using) were still attached.
We went and saw both Gold and Sword Beaches which were both landed by the British. My Uncle Ron landed on D-Day at Gold Beach. He was injured shortly thereafter.
In the afternoon back in Bayeux we did a bit of retail therapy and then went to the Bayeux Tapestry. (For all you, like me who didn’t remember learning about it in school, a Mid-evil scene depicting the entire story of William the Conqueror’s conquest of England in 1066 in embroidery on linen. It is 76 ½ yards. Long. It was amazing. (reminiscent of the Globe Theatre experience. Is there a sarcasm font on here?) In other words…Bored out of my gourd, but Mom loved it. Dad and I found some lounging chairs out in front of the building and took a nap while she finished going through the exhibit. Even the gift shop was boring. I didn’t even know that was possible. Too much culture for me.

29/6/2010-D-Day tour

Point Du Hoc. The craters you see are from the bombs dropped by the Air Force and Navy's off shore Destroyers.

St. Mary E'Glise.

A look from right above Omaha beach at Point Du Hoc. Can you imagine climbing that?

Stained glass window at the church in St. Mary E'Glise. Notice the American paratroopers surrounding the Virgin Mary instead of the typical angels.

German Cemetary. This mound is made up of unknown soldiers. The statues on top are of a mother and father weeping.

A jeep like what my Granddad drove.

Today we took a coach (really a van) tour to see D-Day sights. We saw Utah and Omaha Beaches, Pont Du Hoc, The American and a German cemetery, Airborne Museum, and St. Mary E’Glise. I wasn’t super familiar with all of these sights by name, so for the purpose of this blog I will assume you won’t be either. The beaches were well; I’m not sure what adjective to use here. Amazing makes it sound as if they were wonderful, and while they were, that doesn’t quite give the right connotation, does it. It was hard looking out at the pristine beautiful beaches to imagine such a ghastly and horrific battle being fought there just 66 years ago. The Utah beach didn’t have such quite steep terrain for the American soldiers to climb, but Omaha did have quite a big cliff to scale. I could still imagine it though. It was nothing compared to Point Du Hoc where the Army Rangers went in. If you haven’t watched The Longest Day, I suggest you do so you can understand what I mean. They scaled cliffs (and I mean straight up and down for at least a half mile) with ropes at 5 AM with Germans throwing grenades and cutting their climbing ropes. They had gotten wet as they swam ashore so I can’t even imagine how they were able to throw them high enough to get anywhere while under fire. At the end of taking Point Du Hoc (which they did succeed at) they had a 60% casualty rate. Staggering…. After they finally made it there; the troops found out that while there were gun emplacements there, there were no guns. It was telephone poles made to look like guns. Althought it wasn't all for naught. The real guns were found about 2 km further down the way and the Germans hadn't gotten orders yet to fire them so the guns were captured.
St. Mary E’Glise was the first town in Normandy to be liberated during Project Overlord. The paratroopers from the 82nd Airborne and 101st Airborne were dropped further inland and their job was to secure a route for the troops that were storming the beaches. During the bombardment of St. Mary E’Glise, 2 paratroopers got their parachutes caught on the steeple of the church and survived by playing dead and hung there for over 2 hours before the heaving fighting was over and being taken hostage only to escape during the chaos shortly afterward. There is now an effigy of one of the paratroopers and his parachute still hanging on the church’s steeple.

I don’t really have any words to comment on the cemeteries. It was just too sad. In the American one there are over 9,000 men buried there with an additional 60% of the casualties having been taken back to the states to be buried by their families when the cemetery was first put in. The Germans who died do not have that luxury. This courtesy has not been bestowed upon them, although relations are improving year by year. Now it goes without saying that there were certainly horrible people in the German Army; SS, Gestapo, etc. but the majority of its fighting (infantry) army (especially in Normandy) were normal people who were not given the choice of whether or not they wanted to fight. There are no words to express the sight of all these young men who gave up their lives courageously so that we live in a free world. I was reminded today as I was standing, slack jawed at the cemetery, something I heard in a sermon a few weeks ago. “Bless me Lord in my unthankfulness because if you were to bless me in my thankfulness, I would starve.” Thank you Granddad and all the other veterans that served, serve, and will serve in the future.

27/6/2010 Mount Bail, Cateret, and Briquequebec, France

We visited the west coast of Normandy today. We saw the sea and many towns that had been bombed and like a phoenix, eventually rose again. We ate lunch in Mount Bail on the seashore at a nice little seafood place. This was the first restaurant that had the menu subtitled in English. Thank Jesus, because it was full of mussels, clams, and other beasty things that I will not eat. I did find a grilled cheese and ham sandwich, but unfortunately it was the kids’ menu and I couldn’t order from it. I did finally find a Salade Nordique that was nice. It was basically lettuce with salmon and what tasted to be sour cream and there were no accusatory eyes looking at me, so I ate it. (Note to self, ‘doggie bag’ does not translate.) We got ice cream afterward in Cateret, while walking along the shore and that was more my speed. We came home around 7 and like all vacationers, we read until bedtime. I am finishing up my 4th book that I’ve read this holiday and I didn’t start any of them until after the troops left. You can see we’ve slowed our pace considerably.

26/6/2010 Traveling around w/Diana to see local D-Day sites.

The memorial to the 7 paratroopers at Hemevez.

A much fought over bridge on the left and one of the (supposed to be) biggest drop sites from D-Day for the partroopers (although lots didn't end of being dropped here).

She took us to the Massacre site and we also went to the town church where the memorial is for the 7 GI’s. This part of the country had mostly paratroopers here that were landing then trying to meet the troops halfway who stormed the beaches (that was the plan anyway). Lots of the paratroopers, because of weather and poor conditions, missed landing sites and basically it sounds like pandemonium trying to find out where they were because of the hedgerows everywhere. The Germans also flooded a lot of the land that they were to land on. And many drowned in less than 3 feet of water b/c of all the equipment they jumped with. We went to see many different memorials close to Hemevez and the German cemetery. It was just really moving. Grave markers as far as the eye could see. Most of the headstones were for boys much younger than me, 18, 19, some even 15. Not much of a life. It was just sad basically. We went to one memorial and there was an American giving a small tour to a family and he was just talking about different battles that were fought there at that bridge trying to capture it and he just kept making it all into what seemed like a ‘war video game’. He even said one time that after such and such happened it was, ‘game on’. It was irreverent in my opinion. None of this was a ‘game’.

25/6/2010 First full day in France

Me reading in the back garden by the pond.

Having a glass of wine before dinner.

Mom reading with a cup of tea in the afternoon.

Had a lovely lazy day and went for a walk with mom through the town (all 6 houses) and read in the garden and did laundry. The ‘grown-ups’ went into Valognes for groceries to make for supper tonight. John made another wonderful meal of salmon and potatoes. We got some apple liqueur, Calvados, (which this part of the country is famous for) and all had a glass. I put it up to my mouth to take a drink and my eyes started watering. Apparently it’s 40 proof (like whiskey). I took a drink, sputtered for a bit, and gave it to mom who happily drank my glass and hers. I’ve now gone to bed and mom shows no sign of stopping. She’s suddenly got a second wind.

Arrival to France (Caen)24/6/2010

In front of the house 'Les Herondelles'

on the ferry...

There was industrial action (a strike) by ferry workers and so our intended ferry by way of Portsmouth to Cherbourg, France was cancelled. Thankfully we were able to use a different ferry service that was not striking and would still leave via Portsmouth. However, it would now take us to Caen. It was the difference of a 30km drive to an hour and 45 minute drive (whatever that would breaks down to in km.) The drive was nice though and short of a few scares on the roadway (of course now that we’re in France we’re back on the right hand side of the road but John and Jessie’s car still has the driver on the right. I had to close my eyes for part of the drive because I was so confused and scared myself while trying to backseat drive/navigate.)

We checked into our house (I mistakenly called it châteaux but soon was corrected that it wasn’t. The Châteaux was down the road. I thought it just meant ‘nice house’. Apparently, not. A chateau has 50 bedrooms or so. A Chateaux ours is not, with a mere 7 bedrooms.)

Our house is an old farm house dating back to the 18th century. The owner Diana, a Brit, showed us around and got us set for our touring for the week. We will be visiting all of the beaches (or as many as we can squeeze in) and museums relating to the D Day invasion. My grandfather and 3 of my uncles were involved in the invasion. We asked if the house (being so big and old) had been used at all during WWII and indeed it had. German soldiers (37 of them I think she said) had occupied it and the officers stayed down the road at the Châteaux. Since the occupation of Normandy had mostly ‘new’ (just recruited soldiers b/c the German forces were stretched so far and so thin and most didn’t want to be there any more than they had to) most were pleasant and well regarded by the townspeople of Hemavez (the town we’re in). However one of the officers, the townspeople say, was ‘mad’. And when some American paratroopers got lost on D Day b/c of a plane malfunction and didn’t hit their landing site, a few (7, I think) were captured by the German and instead of taking them as POWs, this officer executed them and then mutilated their bodies. The other paratroopers that weren’t caught lived to tell the story. The town was so ashamed because it had happened on their territory that no one really ever talked about it until getting ready for the 60th anniversary when someone said he had been doing some research to find out who those men were. They did some more research and found the only still living survivor of that night. He gave them the names of the men, but died shortly before the memorial was made apparently. (Side note I forgot to mention: After the massacre the dog tags were taken by the German, but once they moved on, the townspeople came and at least buried the men. They were moved years later into the American cemetery but no names had been on the graves until recently.)

As a side note…

As much trouble as we’ve had this whole trip with getting Wi-Fi, France was hands down the worst.

The owner of the estate did have internet in her house, dial-up, which she very generously said I could borrow, but I didn’t feel right. We went into nearby Valognes and thought surely someone would have WiFi that wasn’t secured or an internet café or something. And no such luck. So needless to say, I was not able to actively blog while in France. These last however many posts were done earlier and saved in Word. I continued to do the same (blog on Microsoft word) and then when we got back to Portsmouth, England I am in the process of putting them all up. Very sorry about all this, but who knew that Wi-Fi wasn’t everywhere? We’ve bought a month’s subscription for an internet service but they’re not wired here for it.

Seriously? How did Kansas get to be in the forefront of technology? Something’s not right with that. They have recycling, but wireless internet hasn’t made it over here yet? Wrong.
I will talk with you all when we get back to the UK. You’ll have lots to read about then. I promise I won’t leave anything out. Ok, maybe some things. I tend to get a bit of diarrhea of the mouth, don’t I? It’s genetic.)

In Portsmouth 23/6/2010

Flat Kennedy and I at the Tailor of Gloucester's shop.

Cathedral at Chester the day before.

The Cathedral at Gloucester.

The author of America's National anthem was born in Gloucester. A plaque commemorating him.

We made it to Gloucester (pronounced Gloster) last night from Chester and settled in. We finally had a normal time of supper (around 7) and went to bed immediately after. All this touring really wears a girl out! They only had 2 rooms available at this hotel (apparently having more than one bed in a room is an American thing b/c people look at you like you have 4 heads if you ask for a double room) and so mom said she needed a cot for her daughter who was 15 (the oldest age they'll allow for a third person in the room). I'm not sure I really can pass for 15, but I tried. Probably should have taken off my wedding ring though in hind sight.

This morning we went into the city centre and visited the Gloucester Cathedral and The Tailor of Gloucester's shop (Beatrix Potter's book) and looked around there. Tula, I really thought of you today. You would have loved it. I did get a book about Ms. Potter and her life. It was really neat to see her inspiration for the book. We leave for the ferry before 6 (AM!) for Normandy, France. It should be about a 6 hour ferry ride. Really looking forward to that. Have been reading a French phrase book, but don't think that, "Get a license, Grandad!', 'I did not know he was married', or 'May the fires of Islam burn you and your degenerate ways!'" will come in as handy as I'd like.

Side note: England just won against Slovenia in the World Cup and the world can start up again. It kind of came to a screeching halt at the beginning of the game. We were watching the news this morning and the reporters were campaigning for everyone to leave work to watch it. I think they did.

The troops flight home.

(This is an email from Cala we received after hearing that they all made it home after a hang up in Chicago's airport. We now know why...)

You know the first part that I was selected for the body cavity search at Heathrow. Mark and I were also selected for the extra baggage scan at customs, and then they had to search one of Mark's bags because of the can of haggis that we brought back. Then, Mark missed getting on the tram to the next terminal (don't ask me how, he was right behind me). Then at security, as I was once again selected for the body cavity search, but I had to go through it twice. At Chicago they had an escort come over and I think that his job was to stay with me during the entire process. Of course, because he works for the government, he didn't do his job. He handed me off to the person at the metal detector who handed me off to the woman who did my pat down, who told me not to touch my stuff until someone told me I could and then everyone disappeared. It must have been break time. So, I stood there waiting for around 5 minutes before we flagged a guy down to ask if I could take my stuff. He got really upset because we didn't know if anyone had looked at my bags and if they didn't know, I had to go through the entire process again. I told him do to what needed to be done, but to hurry up about it because at this point, I really thought we were going to miss the plane. I tried to find the woman who did my original pat down but couldn't. The guy handed me off to another woman to do another pat down. (Keep in mind how tired and irritated I am at this point). I told her that I didn't see the original woman anywhere, but that I did see a bunch of people standing around doing nothing. She said that they may look like they aren't doing anything, but they are. I told her that the only thing they are doing is standing around and talking and laughing and that I recognized 'nothing' when I saw it. She said, oh those are supervisors. I said well, maybe they should be supervising then and things like this wouldn't happen. She said if you have a problem with it take it up with them. I wanted to say, no I understand that government employees don't do anything and complaining isn't going to help, but at that point I thought I should just shut up. Needless to say, she made me go through every check possible and unpacked my entire carry-on. Anyway, so we run over to the gate and realize at that point that there are all kinds of cancellations and delays. They kept changing the time of our flight every 15 minutes or so and I was sure they were going to cancel it. I told you about the offer they had for people to volunteer to fly out the next day(editor's note: At Chicago they offered all 7 of them $250 in fligh vouchers, a night's stay in a hotel, and transportation back to the airport, to take a later flight, but Jed said he didn't want to b/c he wanted to get home to go camping with his family and not spend his birthday flying), but Jed didn't want to and I said that if everyone wasn't going to stay then no one was. So, we finally got in the plane around 6:30 and departed the gate at 7. We taxied toward the runway, but didn't get very far. The pilot comes on and says it is going to be around an hour because there are 75 planes waiting to take off. I promptly went to sleep. I woke up around an hour and a half later and thought the plane was going down. It was the worst turbulence I have ever felt. I guess the lady in front of Rob and Jess threw up and Jess almost did. Sarah slept through it all, and I only woke up for the last 5-10 minutes of it, which was apparently the worst. Jed said that he just kept thinking that he had killed Sarah because he was selfish about not wanting to travel on his birthday. At one point the plane did what Rob & Jed referred to as a death role. Rob said that we must have had a mig on our tail. They were both too funny. Anyway, we did make it home safely.

We were all so tired. On the way home Rob and Jed were singing, and Jed was doing the "this is the note" thing to Rob, so then Rob started doing it to Jed, and Jed said "I'll match any note you put out there because I was in show choir in high school". Rob said "was your husband in show choir too?" It was hysterical!!!!!!


(as we sat at Jessie and John's kitchen table in Scotland reading this email, we almost all wet our pants so thought I'd share. Thanks for making our day, Cala, and hope you have recovered from this traumatic, albeit hilarious, encounter with the TSA.)

21/6/2010 Back in England

In one of the hotel rooms. Notice the stained glass windows behind. Very posh rooms indeed. ;) Dad and I in the hotel's elevator (smallest elevator ever, but not half bad for 1881)

Our hotel, The Westminster.

Having a picnic/tea on our way down to Manchester. The 'Flat Kennedy girls' (the picture that Mom has)enjoyed the 4 cuppa carrier (the cardboard tea carrier Mom has) the most.

At the Square Bottle Pub in Chester.

Today we left Scotland for the last time and headed down to Manchester, England to return "Van Diesel" and then continue down to Chester. Returning the van was pretty simple and we were all sad to see it go. Having our own vehicle, instead of using public transport as is so popular, had allowed us to see all we wanted to on our own timeframe. Jessie and John are accompanying us to France and so they are driving. Over here most cars are small (compact to say the least) and so all 5 of us have squeezed into their car, bags in the 'boot'. We took a walk around Chester after checking into our 19th century hotel (1881-beautiful). Chester is famous for all of the Tudor style buildings (white wood with the black beams) and still having a town crier. Unfortunately he is off tomorrow b/c of some cycle tournament going through. Apparently there will be no news tomorrow! We had supper in a pub and will do more exploring in town tomorrow. Having a wonderful time with Mom and Dad and Jessie and John but do wish all the siblings, husband, and Sarah were still here. :)

6/20/2010...or when in Rome 20/6/2010

The very front of Glamis Castle.

Posing with Robert the Bruce after the re-enactment. L.to R. Catherine, Jessie, Robert the Bruce, Mom, Stefen, me, and Aiden.

Carol, her kids, John and Jessie, Mom, Dad, me and now another old Gauldry neighbor, Catherine, all met for lunch today in Brechin. After, we went to Glamis Castle (the Queen Mum's family home) for the re-enactment of the signing of the Arbroath Declaration (seemed to me like some sort of a peace treaty during the 13th century). It starred Robert the Bruce. Quite interesting. We also toured the grounds but as we've all been to Glamis before (I thought of you today Anne, and our 4 star picnic) we did not pay the price to get inside the castle. After that, Carol and family went back to Inverness after spending the weekend with us and we all went back to Brechin for tea and strawberry tarts.

Tomorrow, we will be leaving for Manchester, England to return "Van Diesel" and head on to Chester, England. (Are you following me on the map, yet?) Then we will go onto catch the ferry at Portsmouth to Normandy, France. I'm hoping to have internet on Dad's computer by then (cross your fingers) so will try to update the blog again daily. If not, no scathing emails, please. ;)

Keeping a slower pace

Finally cracked the book that I have lugged across the ocean with me. The second leg of the journey should be much slower paced. (Cala and Mom didn't do the itinerary!)

6/19/2010-Happy birthday Jed!

Saw an oil tanker in Montrose that Dad had to stop for and inspect.

The farm shop where we had lunch called Paula's.

We left Gauldry and Ann with a fond farewell and headed back up to Brechin for a couple more days with Jessie and John before we head over to the Continent. We went via Monty Feith (no idea if I'm spelling that right and neither do you) and did manage to find their old house but apparently did not look to much the same. (Dad knew that if the two women would have just listened to him yesterday, we would have found it. Can't you just hear him...)

We heard from the troops today and all have arrived safely although there was a hiccup with a late flight in Chicago.

We had a lovely lunch outside of Brechin in a farm shop (all the rage here as we're finding out) that has been converted from an old stone school house. Reminded me of Stuff in Such (or Cypress Bridge for my Abilene friends) with a cafe attached. Lovely decorative things and had we the space, would have bought out the store. Carol, the boys, and Nicola (Carol's daughter) arrived in the afternoon and we will all go out for Indian (dot not feather) for supper with Mom and Dad's old neighbor from Gauldry, Catherine.