Today was a transition day. We spent the morning with the Scouts at the American Cemetery in Normandy. The scouts had a big ceremony, but I mostly chased after Misty the whole time so she wouldn't scream during the very solemn ceremony. We broke camp much later than we wanted, but it wasn't a big deal. We checked into our gite and settled in. The kids went through the brochures and we decided what we wanted to do for the week. We were all pretty exhausted from the campout, so we went to bed early.
The next morning we brok camp and got dressed up in our best uniforms for a wreath laying ceremony at the Cemetary. It was touching and uplifting. There was an F-15 flyover as the ceremony started. Turns out the plan was from the local (to us) US Air base in London. It had been flying the no fly zone in Libya and was returning home when it was tasked with helping out. One of the scouts from the troop at that base was near us and they were surprised to learn the jet was from their base. I'm sure that added to the emotions of the day for them.
My wife has been doing a lot of research to make this a memorable vacation for the family. As such she has found us a Gite (pronounced Jeet) less than an hour away from everything we wanted to see or do while in France. Better, she did it for less than the price of a hotel room. This is a country house (complete with cows and fields and lots of middle of nowhere space) with plenty of room to stretch out and relax. It is here that we went Sunday afternoon. We spent the night Sunday "veggin" out at the Gite, as nothing in France is open on a Sunday.
Lexi and Neil have dropped out of writing a journal entry from here out. Neil did make a general food review, but I'll post that later.