Second Excursion

Yesterday was our Mont Saint-Michel and Saint Malo excursion. Pictures will be posted someday on Facebook.

We started off with our three hour drive to Saint Malo, in which the driver decided that he wasn't going to turn the lights off at all. It irritated me more than it should have, but with the lights on the atmosphere was completely ruined and atmosphere is very important for me. On our drives I enjoy staring out the window at France and atmosphere makes looking at farmland a lot more enjoyable than without it.

Saint Malo was fantastic. We walked the wall around the little city inside and the wind was something else. It reminded me of my first day as a gate guard back in Alaska and the wind was blowing so hard that the gate fell over on me. It was fun, the wind jerking everyone around and whatnot. There was a beach where I collected two little shells and enjoyed the tide pools. After that, it was crepe time. My first crepe was the Tatin, a specialty crepe that I was not aware came with about a shot of  rum caught on fire and then dowsed in it. No doubt, it was really cool to see, but I hate alcohol. It tasted so heavily like alcohol and I tried so hard to mix it with the ice cream and apples but I just couldn't fully enjoy it. But, hey, it was seven euros and so I ate it anyway. There was some ice cream that came with it so it wasn't all bad. Afterwards, we toured the small city in Saint-Malo and I bought a caramel salted butter crepe and everything about my day was forever redeemed.

At Mont Saint-Michel, we were kind of pushed through a little fast because of time limitations. Otherwise, I had an overall good time there. The inside was not as exciting as I had hoped for, but the small castle-city leading up to it was seriously the best. I felt like I was in the Middle Ages and needed to be wearing some armor with my sword at my side (fuck gender roles). The Gothic architecture was very neat, and I greatly enjoyed it even though it wasn't quite what I had thought. A lot of people had raved about Mont Saint-Michel, so maybe I put the bar up a little too high for expectations. After that, I had one last chocolate crepe and we returned home to Angers.

It's difficult to say which place I liked better. Saint Malo had that beach and caramel crepe ... but I really adored the castle-city with Mont Saint-Michel.


Now, for a small drink rant that is completely unrelated that you are free to skip this paragraph and the next one to get to better, less ranty, stuff stuff. I have sensitive taste buds and I do not like bitter tasting things - hence why I also don't like coffee or alcohol (or dark chocolate). No matter how many coffee drinks or alcohol drinks I have had I still taste that hint of bitterness. Sure, there are infinite number of both but seriously? I can't wrap my head around why people won't just accept it. No. I am not going to drink coffee just to wake myself up or drink alcohol just to get drunk. I have never been drunk and I have literally zero desire to ever be drunk. I am all for tasting things, and chances are I will probably taste more coffee/alcohol drinks in the future just to see what they taste like, but I will probably never like alcohol or coffee. Even if my taste buds happen to change so drastically to the point where I do, I have too many sleep issues for coffee and have seen the bad side of alcohol more often than the "fun" side, which I don't find that appealing in the first place.

I feel like when I say that I don't like alcohol, or coffee, or cigarettes, or the idea of sex that people get very defensive all of a sudden. Just because I want to be a virgin until marriage and I don't like alcohol or partying does not mean that I am going to judge you. Because, seriously, who gives a shit (okay a lot of people do but I don't). I am not secretly damning you for sinning because I don't believe in sinning for one thing, and why should I waste my time worrying about what other people do with their lives? I don't think I'm better than you because we have different interests and ideas of life. If you are having fun, then do whatever pleases you. I like good energies and happy people who are having fun and enjoy their lives. I don't care what it takes for people to be like that. But please, let me be celibate and not like alcohol (and not be Christian) in peace. /rant (that was much longer than I wanted it to be).


The last few days have been a lot better than my previous blog posting. I've felt a mild irritation, but not as frustrated as I did that day. Sometimes I just want a day where everything makes sense, and I don't have to struggle to get my point across. On the other hand, I knew full well that I would feel this way before I left to go abroad. I didn't plan this whole thing for two years just for shits and giggles. Sometimes I wonder how many people thought I was joking or getting ahead of myself and thought that I'd never really do it. I wonder if I was like that at first but when I think back I know that I was dead serious from the get-go. From the very beginning there were no 'ifs', I believed that it was going to happen no matter what and look where I am now. No regrets! Except maybe a few here and there that I will conveniently blame on culture shock.

Until next time~