10 September

Kara ran into a pole this morning. Like, literally. We're currently in Rouen, where Joan of Arc was burned at the stake. And maybe street signs here are harder to see? I don't know. But we were walking to meet at our guide in front of the Notre Dame de Rouen, and BAM. Kara ran smack into a pole. I mean, it was the closest thing to face-planting that you can do on a vertical surface.


Kara made it through our tour of the city just fine. We visited the cathedral, which was gorgeous like all cathedrals, and then our guide led us through the streets, showing us interesting houses and buildings and such that have been around since the Middle Ages. We finished our tour at Cathedrale de Jeanne d'Arc, which was constructed right at the site where she was burned at the stake so many years ago. Honestly, it gave me chills. I think that would be one of the most terrifying ways to die.


After the tour, we ate lunch at an Italian pizzeria. It was awesome. Except for the fact that Kara began to show signs of a concussion! So we finished our meal and Madame took Kara to the doctor while the rest of us did some shopping around town. Luckily, Kara did not have a concussion but just needed to sleep. We loaded the bus and headed for a little seaside town called Honfleur. A few of us went to a park there and just hung out and napped on the grass. Peter and I stayed the longest in the park just because neither of us wanted to shop, which is what everyone else was doing. It was nice to talk with him one on one though.

We left Honfleur and headed to Bayeux, where we're staying tonight. Dinner was at the hotel, and it was awful. Seriously, the worst meal I've had in France. And I mean, France is supposed to be good with cuisine. So you'd think bad French food would still be ok. Nope. Nasty. We had moules (mussels) to start, AWFUL ham and some lima bean concoction for main dish, and some awkward chocolate mousse for desert.

The group is going to try to go out tonight, but I doubt there's much to do here on a Thursday night. Probably isn't much to do any night of the week. We'll see.