Yeah, it was pretty, but...

So yeah. Angela has been a wee bit "obsessed" with going to Mont Saint Michel. As in "mention it at least once a day for the last 2 weeks" obsessed. I'm not saying it got a little old or anything, but it did.

However, it was gorgeous. There will be photos loaded to the smugmug account, but upload speeds here have been pretty slow so it takes a LONG time to load 100MBs of pictures. Also, while we do have free wifi at this hotel (yay) the signal is very weak so we'll see if I can get much uploaded...

Mt Saint Michel was very fairytale like. I did not expect it to be that pretty. It reminded me of the moving mountain fortress in Krull. Except it was pretty. And surrounded by water. And had no evil monster in it that you have to kill with an extra large ninja throwing star.

Angela covered the food and booze portion of our morning. Seriously, the Calvados stuff was strong. Almost like getting a punch in the nose. So not so pleasant. But the others we tried were nice. Plus it's always fun to try something that's "local".

Saint Malo (where we went today) is along the coast and has a couple of forts (on islands that are only islands at high tide) that protect it. It was very nice as well. Oh! And Angela got to help a little boy. All rather exciting for about 5 minutes. I think the kid's Mom was more scared than the boy. Dad carried him the rest of the tour. Our lunch of panini and coffee was rather yummy.

Angela keeps saying she's "tres international" with as thick an american accent as she can manage It's annoying Alex a bit. But then both of us just mangle the snot out of French and that annoys Alex too. Since he is French, this entertains us no end.

We've been traveling with Alex and his girlfriend Marie. Marie is very nice, but does not speak a lot of English. I think she believes we may be a bit "odd". She's be right, but that's what makes us charming Americans, right?

Here is a pic I took today of Marie, Alex, and Angela.