In case you haven’t been reading my blog, I’m an American who has only ever been to Mexico, and I’ve been living in Finland for about four months now. We’ve been planning this trip to Normandy for a couple of months now, but I never really got too excited about it. Until today!
I’m not sure why I wasn’t excited. Maybe because I was already living in a foreign country, because that was enough of an anomaly. Maybe because I don’t actually have a place of employment to get away from, or co-workers to brag to about my upcoming trip. I don’t know why, but the idea of coming to France wasn’t nearly as exciting as I thought it should be.
We flew into CDG today, picked up our rental car, and drove straight up to the Normandy coast. At some point, I finally got excited. “I’m in f-ing France!! Holy crap!!!”
Honestly, I think it’s just that it actually feels old. Where I live in Finland, it’s actually a UNESCO Heritage site, with 500 year old houses in Old Town. But I guess it’s not as “old world Europe” as I expected, and therefore it doesn’t really feel that old to me. But here, all the crumbling stone and half-timber buildings – it’s gorgeous!!