Showing posts with label Normandy. Show all posts
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Thursday, June 15, 2017

June Notes

Notes from a Small Country
 (I’m done apologizing to that Bryson character.)

Привет из Молдовы! / Priv-yet eez Mol-do-vye! / Greetings from Moldova!
Hello once again from our sunny little corner of Europe.  One of my favorite seasons is upon us, as spring has most definitely sprung here.  Our trees are dripping with cherries, and soon the other fruits (plums, apples, quinces, pears and strawberries) in our yard will be ripening as well.  It is indeed a beautiful time to be here in Moldova.

One of the many cherry trees
in our backyard

Just as in many parts of North America, however, springtime can also be quite fickle.  In a testament to Mother Nature’s tempestuousness, she sent a small snowstorm our way back in late April.  And when I say “small” I mean really big.  On Monday of that week, I saw a report forecasting snow for Thursday in the 12-20 centimeter range, or about 4.5-8 inches.  That’s quite a storm for this late in the spring, but the weather up until then had included many beautiful days in the 50s and 60s (upper teens and 20s Celsius), lawns were greening up everywhere, and in fact ours had already been cut once.  Flowers were in bloom all over Chisinau, and the trees had all started to leaf out.  I’m not sure many people believed it would snow at all, much less that much. 

Well, the snow started Thursday morning, and didn’t stop until Friday evening.  And it was a doozy, dumping at least 20 inches (more than 50 cm) on parts of the city and surrounding region (only an hour north of the city it was completely dry).  The United Nations Development Programme reported 400 local villages were without power, and the City Council in Chisinau declared a state of emergency after more than 3000 city trees came down, blocking streets and sidewalks, and knocking out power in many areas.  Emergency funds from the UNDP helped to provide generators, chain saws, fuel and other equipment to help clear the damage and restore access to power and water.  The embassy suspended operations as well, which is exceedingly rare.  (We never really close, exactly, as someone is always available somewhere, somehow, just in case.)

"But I can't help!  I don't have
opposable thumbs!"

 And then it warmed up.  By Monday afternoon, the vast majority of the snow had already melted, causing a host of other problems as a result.  For one insignificant example, the lowest point in our house is the wine cellar, and the massive and rapid snowmelt caused it to fill up with almost 8 inches of water.  Spring snows can be really helpful to agriculture of course, even that late in the spring, but I’m not sure local farmers were necessarily all that enamored with Mother Nature at the moment.

It was quite a storm.

PCSing and Home Leave
But alas, while summer is fast approaching, so as well is my departure from this quiet, peaceful country.  The end of my two-year tour is nearly upon us already.

When we State Department folks depart our current post as members of the Foreign Service, we often refer to the process as “PCSing.”  While not exactly grammatically correct, this stands for an upcoming “Permanent Change of Station,” and as you might imagine can be a complex process involving the move of not just little ol’ me, but also all of our stuff (including our car) and any family members present at post (including the dog), the wrapping up of projects in the office, preparations for the transfer from one Officer to another, and dozens of emails and phone calls and paper-pushing in order to move my little tanker-ship-of-a-family.  And this is done hundreds of times all over the world every year, for every permutation of family structure you can imagine (from singles to families with five or six – or more – kids).  While not always a seamless process, it’s quite amazing, honestly, that more doesn’t go wrong.

And in fact Kate has already returned to the US with Riley the Wonder Dog.  She departed post on May 20th, and spent a very long day wringing her hands and stressing out about the health and safety of our little pooch, tucked away in the cargo hold of the plane and going through a transfer himself in Istanbul.  It’s stressful enough to fly, but doing so with a pet seems exponentially tougher, especially when traveling such a long distance. (More on that later.)

My departure is not imminent, but rather will occur later this summer.  As you both might recall, I will be working in Washington in the Office of Global Education starting in September.  I depart post in early August, shortly after my replacement arrives, and will then spend the month of August in Minnesota and Wisconsin for Congressionally mandated Home Leave.

The Foreign Service Act of 1980, as amended, requires that Foreign Service employees take a specific kind of leave (called Home Leave) after the completion of a posting abroad and before starting the next tour of duty.  There are some exceptions within the law, based on circumstances, but generally speaking this is not an option.  The idea is that we represent the United States, and after serving abroad for two-plus years, we need to reacquaint ourselves with our own country in order to better serve it once overseas again.  Since it’s required by law, the State Department pays for our transportation back to the US.  Other than incidental travel in or through another country (as long as it does not include an overnight stay), Home Leave must be taken within the United States or its territories.  At first glance this sounds awesome, right?  A required vacation with tickets home paid for, all well still getting full salary and benefits?  Pretty sweet.  And it is, although like many, many things, it’s not always quite as simple or as “sweet” as it seems on the surface.

Quite often, those of us in the Foreign Service return home to the United States after a tour with no “home” to return to (many colleagues either sold or never owned one in the first place), and so rely on the good will and lumpy basement couches of family and friends, or spend lots of money on hotel stays.  Often we have no cars, and so have to borrow transport or rent.  If one has no home in which to prepare meals, lots of cash is spent on eating out.  Visiting family who live hundreds or thousands of miles apart can be problematic, not just in terms of travel time and cost but in terms of fitting in the visits while also needing to prepare for the next tour and taking care of necessities like doctor and dentist appointments.  And with regard to preparing for the next tour, sometimes wardrobes need updating or replacing (needs are different in Pacific or Caribbean islands than they are in Scandinavia, Yekaterinburg or Vladivostok, for example), and one needs a place to collect the new wardrobe before shipping it out to the next post.  And we also tend to spend hundreds or even thousands of dollars stocking up on consumable supplies for use during our follow-on tour, often astonishing onlookers by filling shopping carts with a year’s supply (or more) of non-perishable items like one’s favorite peanut butter, salsa, breakfast cereal or local delicacies unavailable at the next post. 

So after about 20-40 work days of Home Leave, we have often maxed out our credit cards, traveled in a frenzied manner to see everyone who wanted to see us while we were back in the US, slept irregularly and have gained a few extra pounds in the process.  Imagine this process for a single person in their 30s, and then compare to a family of six.  Yes the tickets home are paid for and salary and benefits continue, but it can be a strain on emotions and the family budget.  We are very fortunate to have kept our home in Minnesota and so have fewer of these pressures and concerns.

I can’t wait!

In the meantime, we’re busy looking for an apartment or house to rent in the greater DC area, and are excited about the prospect of living and working in Washington the next two years, even though we’re suffering from a bit of real estate sticker shock (housing is not a covered expense as it is at overseas posts).  Most people in the Foreign Service aren’t very enthused about moving back to DC because of the financial hit, and while we also will take that hit, we are thrilled to be there since Tommy is posted at Fort George Meade, outside of Baltimore and about 45 minutes from Washington, until 2019, and Sophie may join us in DC after her graduation from Gustavus.  The job in DC wasn’t our first choice, but it is the right choice at the right time, and we’re also looking forward to lots of visitors – so fix up the Family Truckster and get ready for the Panetti Personalized Capital Experience!

RTWD:  From IDOM to DDOL
The process of preparing to move back to the US started months ago, mostly in small bits here and there as we began sorting things and deciding what could go and what would return with us.  We also had a wine cellar full of beer and wine, and a fair amount of consumables to either use up, sell or give away.  To that end, we hosted a Sexto de Mayo-themed party (yes, yes, I know it’s called Cinco de Mayo, but it was on the 6th, ok??) at the house, and combined it with a going away party for Kate and her work partner Kristina.  Nothing like having 60 or more people over for a party on a nice spring evening to make a sizable dent in the supply of booze!

The bigger concern, however, was Riley the Wonder Dog.  We debated a long time, but decided ultimately that Kate and Riley would head back to America a little early, and on our own dime, as it’s safer to fly with a pet when the air temperatures are not so hot.  Many airlines won’t fly a pet when temps are too high (or cold) as they can sit on the tarmac for some time before loading into the climate-controlled hold of the plane, and that can be dangerous.  (Little dogs can fly in their crate and can be seated with their owners, so many of our concerns wouldn’t apply to them.)  This kind of traveling with pets can be really stressful, even though it’s likely they sleep most of the time (or so we’re told) while in the airplane.  It can also get very expensive, as (understandably) the State Department doesn’t pay for these kind of expenses. 

Colleagues from Moldova (well, I met them only once the evening before they departed post, which happened to be about two hours after I arrived in-country), had a very large dog (or small pony, to hear some tell) which weighed in at 200+ pounds, and stood at least 5 ½ feet tall.  (It’s possible I may have exaggerated the height there, but not the weight.)  Reportedly, they spent $20,000 to ship their dog from Moldova back to the US and then to their onward post, as the dog had to be shipped using a private shipping company as he’s way too big to carry in the hold of an airliner.  That’s a lot of milk bones!

Fortunately, the Wonder Dog weighs in it at just a shade under 100 pounds when including his crate, and so qualifies to be shipped via most airlines as “excess baggage,” the canine equivalent of extra suitcases.  As such, his “ticket” was less than $300 to go from Moldova to Istanbul and then on to Chicago.  Of course, he’s not a very demanding passenger, having no need for in-flight movies, mini-pretzels or soggy cheese sandwiches.

Complicating travel plans with the dog were his vaccinations.  Moldova is not part of the European Union and is a high rabies country, and when traveling into the EU he needs to have everything up-to-date.  In and of itself this isn’t a problem, as he gets regular tune-ups and would meet EU rules without too much trouble.  So we thought.  The easiest flight plan would have been from Chisinau to Bucharest, then on to Amsterdam and home directly to Minneapolis.  However, despite having a three-year validity on his rabies shot from the US, the EU requires that he have a titer blood test prior to entry into the EU, and that he enter the EU no sooner than 30 days after that test.  We had the titer done in Moldova, but only about two weeks before his departure, and so according to these EU rules he could be turned around in Romania and returned to Moldova, if a customs officer decided to check his papers and then enforce this rule.  (By the way, having black diplomatic passports would not allow us to get around this – or really any – rules.)

And so as a result, the route through Turkey was determined in order to avoid this EU complication, and we purchased tickets out-of-pocket for Kate and the woofer (whereas on the other route Kate’s ticket would have been paid for by State), and she and the International Dog of Mystery flew Turkish Airlines from Chisinau through Istanbul to Chicago.  She rented a car and drove the final leg to Minneapolis in order to avoid one more airline transfer and flight for him, and now our loving doggy is adjusting to his newly renewed status as a Domestic Dog of Leisure. 

Racking Up the Miles
It’s been quite a year, for both Moldova and Team Panetti, and we’re only just now in June.

As you might have noticed over the last year-and-a-half or so, living in Europe has afforded us quite a few interesting travel opportunities.  Just this year we’ve had five international European trips between January and April!

In January, Kate and I flew to Paris, rented a little car and drove to the coast of Normandy.  The winter weather was most definitely cool and windy, and yet the Norman coast was still surprisingly green and beautiful.  As an added bonus it was very quiet in the region, and we were often among just a few people visiting such sacred locations as Omaha Beach, Pont du Hoc and the Normandy American Cemetery and Memorial.  I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again:  Everyone – American or not – should visit such sites.  

Normandy American Cemetery and Memorial

Normandy American Cemetery and Memorial

Omaha Beach

Pont du Hoc

Mont Saint Michel

(Interested in more on this, check out my page of photos from January 2017.)

A short time after our return from France, Kate met Sophie in Amsterdam for a weeklong visit during Sophie’s winter break between semesters.  While there they went to the Rijksmuseum, took a canal tour, and visited the Heineken Brewery and the Anne Frank house.  They had a great time in this beautiful city and staying with good friends from Haiti who are now at the Embassy there.

Amsterdam!

Kinda self-explanatory


February saw Kate visit the island of Cyprus to meet with some other good friends from Haiti, now stationed there.  Even more friends from Haiti flew in from London where they are currently posted, and they all had a week of fun, hiking, good food, loads of laughs and reminiscing, and the making of new memories. 

Church-cum-mosque in Cyprus


Sophie had Spring Break in March, and off flew my girls once again for a great mother-daughter trip to London and Scotland.  They had a pint with their chips and meat pie, visited Edinburgh castle and city, and enjoyed a bus trip to the Scottish Highlands where they saw Stirling Castle (childhood home of Mary Queen of Scots), walked the ruins of Urquhart Castle (which played a role in the Wars for Scottish Independence) and the Culloden Battlefield (important for some reason), and toured the Dalwhinnie whisky distillery and Roslin Chapel (made famous in recent times from the Da Vinci Code).

Edinburgh castle


Urquhart Castle


At the Culloden Battlefield site

Roslin Chapel


I was feeling a little left out after all that travel by the ladies (not really), and so in April Kate and I flew to Italy for a short trip to Bologna. 

Rick Steves’ says that Bologna isn’t really worth a stop, but on this point – and so far on only this point – we disagree with Our Man Rick.  We quite enjoyed our time there, and had perfect spring weather for walking around this beautiful old city.

Of course Bologna isn’t Florence, Rome or Venice, but there is quite a bit to see there for a long weekend.  We enjoyed walking the narrow streets of the Quadrilatero, an area of several city blocks near the main piazza in the city center, which was once the ancient mercato of butchers, fishmongers, goldsmiths and jewelers hawking their wares.  Today it’s still filled with shops and fruit sellers and restaurants, as well as the sights, sounds and smells of the old center of trade.

The Basilica di San Petronio is an imposing structure on the edge of the main square (Piazza Maggiore), is the largest church built of bricks in the world, contains 22 separate chapels within, and boasts of a long meridian line inlaid in the floor dating from 1655, which is highlighted by sunlight coming from a small portal in the dome. 

Basilica di San Petronio (right)

We visited other beautiful sites, including the Santuario di Santo Stefano (a massive complex of seven churches, many nooks and crannies, and several peaceful courtyards); the two towers – le due torri – of Bologna (both of which have an obvious lean, are the symbol of Bologna, and which we did not climb); the Saturday market of trinkets, cheap electronic goods and clothing for sale; and we joined a crowd of locals in the Cattedrale di San Pietro (just across from our lovely hotel) for part of an evening service on Holy Saturday.  And of course there was an abundance of tasty wine and delicious food!

Santuario di Santo Stefano

Santuario di Santo Stefano


Santuario di Santo Stefano

Le due torri of Bologna

Saturday morning we ate a hearty breakfast at the hotel and set off on foot to visit the Sanctuario di Madonna di San Luca (built in 1723), a bit more than five kilometers from the city center.  It was Holy Saturday, after all, and so we thought it would do us well to reflect on life a bit as we hoofed our way under one of the world’s longest porticos (a roofed arcade with 666 arches), passing the Stations of the Cross along the way, ending at this holy site.  (Although the current building is not quite 300 years old, a church or chapel has been on the site for a thousand years.)  I’m certainly glad that I had that extra chocolate croissant for breakfast, for about two hours into our walk we realized this was no easy little walk in the park, for it’s not just a nice, flat 5k walk to get there; it turns out the last two kilometers or so is a rather steep climb of almost 300 meters in elevation along a winding path, all still under the portico.  Periodically I’d stop to wipe the sweat from my brow and, in between large inhalations of much needed oxygen, gape at my loving wife with that look which says “What in the world have we done??”  As we schlepped our way up the hill, marveling at the bicyclists and runners passing us as if we were standing still (well, maybe we were, actually), we would notice a blind corner up ahead, and, like a mirage in the desert, hope that just around it would be the sanctuary.  After being disappointed five or six times at each corner, we finally arrived at the church, sweaty and out of breath but ultimately no worse for the wear. 

Was it worth it, you ask?  Yes, certainly it was.  Although there was precisely zero chance I was going to pay 5 euros for a ticket to climb to the top of the sanctuary itself.  That was waaaaaaaay too steep a price to pay.

Will it never end??


A Station of the Cross

Sanctuario di Madonna di San Luca


Beyond Bologna, we set off in our rented orange Jeep Renegade to explore the countryside.  The picturesque town of Ravenna is not to be missed, if you’re ever in the region.  From the 5th to the 7th centuries CE, Ravenna was the center of Western civilization during the decline and after the fall of the Roman Empire.  Featuring a small and eminently walkable city center and beautiful Roman and Byzantine architecture as well as the tomb of Dante Alighieri, we spent the day taking in several of the eight UN World Heritage Sites located there.  Clear skies greeted us and the sun warmed our shoulders as we spent a quiet and enjoyable Easter Sunday visiting many sights of ancient Christianity and Byzantium. Highlights included the historic, 1400 year old Basilica di San Vitale and its fantastic mosaics, dating from the time of Justinian the Great.  On the same site is the Mausoleum of Galla Placidia, which – like many of these ancient structures – sports a deceivingly plain exterior.  The mausoleum has three sarcophagi, but they are actually empty.  However, the interior has the most stunningly gorgeous mosaics, probably more beautiful than any we’ve ever seen. 

Basilica di San Vitale


Mausoleum of Galla Placidia

Mausoleum of Galla Placidia

Mosaic in the Mausoleum

Mosaic in the Mausoleum


We enjoyed a pleasant picnic lunch of bread, olives, sun-dried tomatoes, cheese, sausage and of course red wine (one of our favorite ways to take lunch) in the small but pleasant piazza Duomo facing the most ancient monument in the city, the Baptistery of Neon (also known as the Baptistery of the Orthodox, which dates from 400 CE) and the big, Baroque house of worship – the Duomo itself - and it’s Chapel of Sant’Andrea.

Delizioso!


Our last stop for the day was the sixth-century Basilica di Sant’Apollinare Nuovo, built on the foundation of the palace church of Gothic King Theodoric around 500 CE.  Its features include a long hall bordered by columns and arches, both sides of which are topped with more fantastic mosaics of haloed virgins on one side and a solemn procession of martyrs on the other.  Quite something, really.


Basilica di Sant’Apollinare Nuovo

Basilica di Sant’Apollinare Nuovo

Haloed virgins in Basilica di Sant’Apollinare Nuovo

The three Magi in Basilica di Sant’Apollinare Nuovo

 
Our guide book to Italy is pretty dog-eared after five or six trips in the past two years.  But I’d go back again in a heartbeat.

Mr. Tom’s Big Year and a Pretty Big Day
So not only has this been quite a year of travel for us (let’s be honest, two fantastic years of travel), but there were several other major milestones reached by Team Panetti in 2017.

Back in the late fall or early winter, Number One Son began inquiring about the potential of an engagement proposal to the Number One Girlfriend.  Over the intervening months he asked us for some help in making arrangements, and managed to corner the parents of Number One Girlfriend in order to ask for her hand.  (Don’t you love that??  Perhaps not 100% modern, maybe, but still…)  They reluctantly acquiesced (not really), and then the planning began in earnest.  He bought a ring over the phone/Internet/mail from a goldsmith in Milwaukee who is an old family friend, and picked a date, which coincided with Spring Break for the girlfriend, as well as the National Cherry Blossom Festival in Washington. 

How to actually make the proposal in a fun yet meaningful way was a bit trickier, given his initial ideas.  So a call for help was put out, and the Team enlisted half-a-dozen experts to put in the field and lend a hand.  The reality is that I have a decent number of friends and colleagues currently living or working in the greater DC area, and when my request came, they answered the call.

So Tommy wrote out six notes to Jenna, and mailed them to each of my six Foreign Service colleagues the week before she flew out to visit him in Baltimore.  A seventh friend would be the photographer, following Tommy and Jenna incognito as they meandered along the Tidal Basin northward from the Jefferson Memorial. The Six were stationed in roughly equal intervals along the pathway, and at opportune moments each would approach them with some song-and-dance line such as “Hi! Are you Jenna?  I found this for you!” and then hand her a note.  The entire group gathered at the final station for a champagne toast, more pictures and a lot of laughs, and then all went their separate ways.

Like clockwork, and with Mother Nature smiling down on Tommy Panetti and his Grand Plan, everything came together perfectly.  Of course Jenna knew something was up, for Mr. Panetti the Younger evidently doesn’t have a very polished poker face.  But to top everything off, a TV crew in DC all the way from Japan witnessed the proposal and called them over for an interview!

And just like that (well, that’s how it feels to this old guy), they are engaged, Tommy rented a small apartment in Baltimore, Jenna graduated from college and just this week moved out to be with him and where she will soon start her new job as an accountant with PricewaterhouseCoopers. 

And of course, this is as it should be.




Tommy, Jenna and The Six (and Tim).  And two dogs.
You can never have enough dogs.
(Engagement photos credit:  Tim Bertocci)

The Dish
And Number One Daughter has had quite a year herself, if I might be permitted to brag a little more.

I’m not actually bragging though, when I say that she is one supercalifragilisticexpialidocious writer.  Several of her works were published throughout the year, and then in two literary journals this spring.  Her poems “Blackberry” (page 18) and “Love Song of Chernobyl” (page 86) were published in the spring edition of Firethorne, the literary and graphic arts journal of Gustavus Adolphus, and then her poems “Word Games” (page 10) and “Ash and Ember” (page 33) were published in the spring edition of Michigan State University’s Red Cedar Review.  Have a look at them and you will no doubt agree that she is one talented poet. (All are available if you click the hyperlinks above.)

Seemingly out of nowhere (well, to me anyway, since I live 5000 miles away and don’t see her nearly enough), she developed a couple of hidden talents by joining a hand bell choir and a cribbage club on campus.  Besides these creative outlets, she’s also been running for fitness over the past several years.  However, I don’t think she’s ever run a competitive race before, until this spring.  One weekend she ran a 5k in St. Peter, and the very next weekend she completed 10k in New Prague.

And then there’s, you know, college.  This year, again, she was named to the President’s Honor List, and as a result of her hard work over the past four years completed her college experience by graduating magna cum laude from Gustavus Adolphus College a couple of weeks ago.  She’s the complete package, this one:  Brains, beauty, compassion, wacky sense of humor and smarts.  Nope, we’re not proud of her at all.  Plus she’s now gone and got herself ordained and will officiate the wedding of two very good friends from high school later this summer.  Such a slacker. J


Sophie with one of her favorite professors




Thanks for Playing!
Well, you’ve come to the end of another edition of Notes.  I hope you’re still awake.

It’s been a busy several months for the Team, and in these final two months at post there is a bit more wine to drink, a few more sites to visit, and a few more events to attend.  Plus, you know, there’s that work thing.  I have to say, however, all of that is made much easier now that Moldova has officially made wine a food, and so I completely expect that I’ll be swamped with visitors in these next months.   


For us, life is good.  We hope you can say the same.






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Sunday, January 29, 2017

Sacred Ground: Normandy, France



Sacred Ground:  Normandy, France

Including Ver-sur-Mer, Asnelles, Arromanches-les-Bains, Longues-sur-Mer, the American Cemetery & Memorial, Omaha Beach, Pointe du Hoc, the German Cemetery at La Cambe, Bayeux, and Mont Saint Michel

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January is not the best time to visit rural northern France, but we had a three-day weekend available due to the holiday commemorating the birthday of Martin Luther King, Jr., and we live in Europe, so we had no other option than to visit Normandy.  It was kind of like an obligation, really.

There are actually direct flights from Chisinau to Paris on Air Moldova, which was pretty unexpected.  And I have to say, also pretty cool.  Not Charles de Gaulle, mind you, but Paris nonetheless.  In three hours we landed at Beauvais-Tille international airport, a smallish airport about 30-40 kilometers north of the city.

Six-speed manual transmission duly rented, we were on our way to Normandy, about three hours away by "motor car," as Miss Sugar would say.  

Remember how I said January is not the best time to visit northern France?  Well, prior to our trip I tried booking a room.  Seven times I tried, actually.  Not one website indicated the place was closed for the month of January, but not one would allow me to book online.  Eventually I stumbled upon a pleasant little farmhouse inn - actually a chambre d'hotes, or B&B - in the small town of Ver-sur-Mer, called Le Mas Normande.

We arrived on a Friday evening, and spent three nights at the inn.  Mylene and Christoph were great hosts, although we were mostly gone all day touring.  However, the breakfast was spectacular, and included fresh breads, croissants and brioche with wonderful local butter, yogurt, nuts and dried fruits, fresh sliced fruit, fresh squeezed orange juice and locally produced apple juice, and an endless pot of coffee.  This was absolutely the best way to start the day as we ventured out into the French countryside for what certainly was a wonderful and emotional day of touring.

Le Mas Normande B&B breakfast room
Ver-sur-Mer
Grenade the Golden greets me for breakfast at Le Mas Normande B&B
Ver-sur-Mer



A beautiful setting and a wonderful continental breakfast, even on a 
rainy day at Le Mas Normande B&B
Ver-sur-Mer

Grenade is a happy French dog!


Here's a plug:  while at breakfast the first morning, Mylene came out to chat, learn about our plans for the day, and offer advice.  She mentioned that, normally at this time of the year, she has already had several inquiries about room availability from Americans for the summer, but this year was different.  It was already mid-January and she hadn't had even one inquiry yet.  She attributed this to international events, specifically the rise of nationalistic thinking and the fear of terrorism.  If you read the last edition of Notes from a Small Country, you know that we do not intend to let these factors stop us from seeing the world, and that I recommend you not succumb to the fear, either.  Therefore, if you're looking for a great place to stay as you consider your travel plans for the next six months or so, come to Europe and check out Normandy, and stay at Le Mas Normande.  Team Panetti gives it four enthusiastic thumbs up - you won't regret it.

Book rooms and email Mylene and Christoph here:  http://www.lemasnormand.com/ 





On the advice of Mylene, we ventured out to the coast road, hugging the shoreline westward on the D514.  Shortly after connecting to this serpentine two-lane highway, I pulled onto a spur and headed toward the Channel.  The photos below highlight the surrounding countryside and the January weather in this part of France.


Rainfall in the distance
Norman countryside

Rainfall in the distance
Norman countryside

Norman coastline near Ver-sur-Mer, site of the very first landings
during Operation Overlord on June 6, 1944
accomplished by the British 50th Infantry Division

Commander Richard Evelyn Bird crashed his plane, America
off the coast here while attempting a trans-Atlantic mail flight 

Ver-sur-Mer was the "Main point of the British landing"
on D-Day, known as "Jour J" in French

About ten kilometers from Ver-sur-Mer is another small town, the kind which dots the countryside in the part of France (and probably all over the rural areas of the country).  The town itself is a nice little coastal spot, and just before arriving at Arromanches-les-Bain - at a bend in the highway, just before descending into the town - sits a turnout with a museum and a lookout over the beach.  It was mid-January, and the Arromanches 360 Museum was closed, but we braved the strong winds off the Channel and climbed the viewing platform to get a sense of place, looking down on Arromanches itself and the bay where the landings took place some 73 years ago.


The coast and small town of Arromanches-les-Bains in the center of Gold
Beach landing site, and location of the temporary artificial port (Mulberry B,
or Port Winston) built by the British to support the invasion.  Portions of the ships
sunk to create the barriers, or maybe the concrete blocks the size of football fields
and used to support anti-aircraft guns, are still visible off to the upper right.



Near the Arromanches 360 exhibit sits this section of
floating roadway used during the invasion
Another view of Arromanches-les-Bains from atop the cliffs



Panorama from atop the viewing platform:
Arromanches-les-Bains to the west (left) and Juno and Sword
Beaches to the right (east, off screen)



Next along the highway we came to the town of Longues-sur-Mer.  The town isn't the real attraction, however, even though it is quaint and lovely, and most certainly has a lot to offer.  Just north of the town center sits the Longues-sur-Mer Battery, a series of relics of the German gun batteries built as key elements of the Atlantic Wall.  They are well preserved and free to visit and are the only remaining intact artillery guns from D-Day along the Normandy coast.

German gun emplacements at Longues-sur-Mer, a part of the Atlantic Wall

German gun emplacements at Longues-sur-Mer, a part of the Atlantic Wall

A 150 mm gun at Longues-sur-Mer, capable of firing shells 12-13 miles;
it was critical for the Allies to take them out

A 150 mm gun at Longues-sur-Mer, capable of firing shells up to 12-13 miles
making them capable of reaching the landing beaches

A 150 mm gun at Longues-sur-Mer, capable of firing shells up to 12-13 miles
making them capable of reaching the landing beaches

Two of the remaining 150 mm guns at Longues-sur-Mer,
a critical component of the Atlantic Wall
built by the Nazis to protect against invasion.

Several of the 150 mm guns at Longues-sur-Mer,
part of the Atlantic Wall which stretched from southern France
all the way to the northern reaches of Norway.

The pastoral view south over the fields toward the
village of Longues-sur-Mer in the distance 

Eglise Notre Dame in the small village of Commes, en route to 
Omaha Beach and the American Cemetery and Memorial



Competence, Courage and Sacrifice
 Soldiers' graves are the greatest preachers of peace. - Albert Schweitzer

Normandy American Cemetery and Memorial



The famed cemetery sits high above Omaha Beach, and is a tranquil, beautiful site.  Surrounded by neighboring farms, I could only imagine what the area was like in the years before the war.  Today its 172.5 acres are home to the final resting place of 9387 Americans, including 149 Stars of David, and a memorial wall in the Garden of the Missing engraved with the names of 1557 soldiers missing in action.  Among the dead are 45 pairs of brothers and 3 Medal of Honor recipients.

There is no doubt in my mind that everyone, American or not, should visit such places in order to gain or reinforce perspective about what was at stake, and the costs involved.





The Normandy Campaign

The massive Allied assault on the Normandy coastline on June 6, 1944 aimed to liberate France and drive into Nazi Germany.

Before dawn on June 6, three airborne divisions - the US 82nd and 101st and the British 6th - landed by parachute and glider behind targeted beaches.  Allied naval forces, including the US Coast Guard, conveyed assault forces across the English Channel.  Beginning at 0630 hours, six US, British and Canadian divisions landed on Utah, Omaha, Gold, Juno and Sword Beaches in history's greatest amphibious assault. 

The US 4th Infantry Division pushed inland from Utah Beach.  To the east, on Omaha Beach, the US 1st and 29th Infantry Divisions battled German resistance over a beach bristling with obstacles.  To reach the plateau where Normandy American Cemetery now stands, troops fought across an open area of up to 200 yards, and attacked up steep bluffs.  By day's end, the Americans held fragile control of Omaha Beach.

On Gold, Juno and Sword, British and Canadian divisions forged ahead.  In less than a week, the Allies linked the beachheads and pressed onward.  

Over the next three months, the Allies battled German troops throughout Normandy.  British and Canadians freed Caen.  Americans liberated Cherbourg and staged a dramatic breakout near St. Lo.  Allied troops, joined by French and Polish units, encircled and annihilated German troops at the Falaise Pocket while surviving units fled eastward.  The way was now open to advance toward Paris and then to Germany.

Information pamphlet published by the American Battle Monuments Commission 




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The visitor center is not to be missed.  There is so much to absorb; I could have spent several hours here alone.  I enjoy documenting these experiences in word and photo, but there is no way my words or pictures could do justice to the story told here.  It wasn't until I was back in Moldova processing my photos that I realized I took a total of two photos in the visitor center and museum (below).  

It's emotionally overwhelming, and an absolute must.  Just remember that, if you can manage a trip, make sure to pack a handkerchief or two.


Typical K-rations used by American soldiers, on display in the museum
American Cemetery and Memorial

A lone gun and helmet symbolizing the fallen
American Cemetery and Memorial

"We do not forget, we will never forget,
the debt of infinite gratitude that we have
contracted towards those who have given everything
for our liberation."
Rene Coty, President of the French Republic (1954-59)
American Cemetery and Memorial
Shoreline from the cliffs above Omaha Beach
American Cemetery and Memorial



The landing beaches map.
The United Kingdom is about 100 miles distant over the horizon.
American Cemetery and Memorial

American Cemetery and Memorial

"The Spirit of American Youth Rising from the Waves"
American Cemetery and Memorial

"The Spirit of American Youth Rising from the Waves"
American Cemetery and Memorial

Detailed inlaid map of military operations in Western Europe
American Cemetery and Memorial

The central mall facing west
American Cemetery and Memorial

Inlaid map of the landings on the Normandy beaches
American Cemetery and Memorial

The fallen
American Cemetery and Memorial

The unknown
American Cemetery and Memorial

American Cemetery and Memorial
The chapel
American Cemetery and Memorial



American Cemetery and Memorial

The first day
American Cemetery and Memorial

American Cemetery and Memorial

The eastern shore of Omaha beach
American Cemetery and Memorial

American Cemetery and Memorial

1941 - 1945
"The United States of America
Proud of the exploits of their sons
humble before their sacrifices
have made this monument
in their memory"
American Cemetery and Memorial

American Cemetery and Memorial


German artillery gun, outside the Memorial Museum of Omaha Beach,
steps from the beach itself

Sherman tank with a Czech Hedgehog 
and the Long Tom 155 mm artillery gun (rear right),
outside the Memorial Museum of Omaha Beach

Sherman tank "Fury," outside the Overlord Museum

Tanks outside the Overlord Museum

The entire coastline of Normandy is fairly littered with museums and historic sites, and if we had had more than just two days we would have loved to visit more sights.  It just means we'll have to return some day, I guess.

One must nourish not only the soul, but the body as well.  In good weather we would be inclined to pack a picnic lunch with provisions from local markets, or even from the supermarche, but alas it was cold and windy outside, and we needed a small lunch.  Fortunately, one small cafe was open on this January day, and we ventured forth for a croque-monsieur and some slightly fermented apple cider, famous in these parts. 


Cidre bouche, the famous apple cider from Normandy,
a slightly alcoholic sparkling cider

D-Day Monument at the edge of Omaha Beach

Les Braves at the edge of Omaha Beach
Swirling sands on Omaha Beach


"OK, we'll go."
General Dwight Eisenhower on the morning of June 5th,
making the decision to launch the invasion
a day later after bad weather caused a delay.

It's not difficult to imagine the chaos and whirlwind taking place on the beach that day.

No, it's not difficult; it's impossible.  High atop the cliffs the Germans had machine gun and mortar nests firing upon the Allies as they came ashore, almost the textbook definition of sitting ducks.  The machine guns could fire an unfathomable 20 rounds per second, or 1200 rounds a minute.  The young Allied soldiers carried heavy packs and weapons, and they were soaked through and through the moment they disembarked through the narrow chutes of their landing craft.  They had just journeyed 100 miles over rough seas, and, having endured a false start the day before due to weather, had been on their boats for many hours, some even days as they waited, poised for the call to come.  

I cannot comprehend what must have been unimaginable fear as they ran, heavy with equipment and water, stomachs empty as a result of seasickness on rough seas, and with a mixture of fatigue and adrenaline, headlong into a wall of lead.  Yet run they did, dodging bullets and mines in the sand.  It's called "Bloody Omaha" for good reason:  Estimates are that the Allies suffered 10,500 casualties on the first day alone - 6000 of them Americans, and most (between 2500 and 4500) on Omaha Beach.  

At the end of the Longest Day, some 34,000 Americans had landed at Omaha Beach.  The long march to Berlin had begun.

Walking in the sands and thinking about the impossible task these young soldiers took on, thinking about their sacrifice and ultimately about their victory, certainly gives one pause to think about the other sacrifices made on our behalf by others.  It also puts a fine point on the concept of sacrifice when you have a child in the military who could one day be called upon to take up arms for the benefit of others he does not know, as these young soldiers did so long ago.

I'll say it again:  If you haven't had a chance to visit the area - the cemetery, the beach, the museums - and talk to the people who still to this day express appreciation for the sacrifices made on their behalf, make the effort.  It's worth it.

Omaha Beach

Riding in the low tide on Omaha Beach
Omaha Beach, looking west toward Pointe du Hoc
(not visible, but around the point in the photo)


Omaha Beach 

German sniper nest above private homes
Vierville-sur-Mer

Floating landing bridge
Vierville-sur-Mer

6th Engineer Special Brigade Monument
Vierville-sur-Mer


After our small lunch, we continued along the D514 toward Pointe du Hoc, the highest and most heavily fortified spot along the coastline.  As we drove along, my co-captain read aloud from Rick Steves nice little guide to Normandy about the region.  We had just arrived at the part about cidre bouche and calvados when we happened upon one of the locations he wrote about.  The sign outside said "ouvrir," and so we felt we had to stop and check it out.

Monsieur Bernard and Madame Soizic Lebrec are the current owners of a 10th century fortified farm, today called Ferme St. Claire, where they produce the famous apple-based drinks such as juice, cidre bouche, Pommeau (a mix of juice and calvados), and digestifs and aperitifs including the much sought after calvados itself.

We enjoyed a visit with them and their big dogs, had a tasting, and made a quick stop at the memorial their family built in honor of the Americans bivouacked on the premises after D-Day.  I entertained them with my bad French ("Je parle francais comme une vache espagnole" made him laugh), we made a small purchase of calvados and some post cards, and then bid them adieu and were off to Pointe du Hoc before it became too dark.


10th century Ferme Saint Claire, en route to Pointe du Hoc and maker of all things apple

10th century Ferme Saint Claire
10th century Ferme Saint Claire and their honey, apple juice, cider, aperitif and calvados



Ferme Saint Claire monument to the United States
147th Engineer Battalion, housed on the premises after the D-Day invasion


We arrived at Pointe du Hoc with only minutes to spare before the Visitor Center closed.  We had just enough time to get through security and see the short introductory film before the center closed for the day.  The grounds, however, are open 24 hours a day, so we had at least an hour before dark to explore the lunar-like landscape of the grounds high above the sea.

Grappling hook used by the U.S. Army Ranger Assault Group,
tasked with scaling the cliffs at Pointe du Hoc

Pointe du Hoc

By mid-1944, German forces manned formidable defenses along the French coast.  Of concern to the Allies were German 155 mm artillery positions on Pointe du Hoc.  They could wreak havoc on both Utah and Omaha Beaches.

Lt. Col. James E. Rudder, commanding the 2nd Ranger Battalion, received the mission to land at 0630 hours, scale the 100 foot cliffs, and disable the German positions.  Lt. Col. Max Schneider's 5th Ranger Battalion would follow and reinforce them.


June 6, 0550 hours:  Naval bombardment of Pointe du Hoc began, including guns of the battleship USS Texas.  Three companies (70 men per) of Rudder's 2nd Ranger Battalion were to land at Pointe du Hoc at 0630, but were delayed.  Per plan, Schneider's command (plus three companies of the 2nd) joined the Omaha Beach assault.

June 6, 0710:  Two landing craft were lost, but the Rangers debarked and started up the cliffs.  They pressed upward, supported by the destroyer USS Satterlee.  One of the Rangers DUKWs (we know these colloquially as Ducks) was disabled by enemy fire en route to Pointe du Hoc.  The engine failed.  Three Rangers were casualties, including one killed.  

June 6, 0740:  Most of the Rangers reached the top.

June 6, 0930:  The Germans had previously moved the guns southward from their initial prepared positions.  Despite fierce resistance, Rangers found and destroyed the guns pushing onward to cut the highway south of Pointe du Hoc.

June 6-8:  After fighting two days, only 90 Rangers stood when relieved by Schneider's Rangers and the 29th Infantry Division from Omaha Beach.


Information pamphlet published by the American Battle Monuments Commission


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The Allies bombed Pointe du Hoc in preparation for D-Day from April until June.  Approximately 1500 tons of bombs fell here, creating craters like this one (below), easily 8-10 feet deep.  Taking the Pointe was essential, since the German 155s were capable of firing shells about 12 miles, making both Utah Beach (8 miles to the west) and Omaha Beach (9 miles to the east) vulnerable. 

Consider that only 200 US Army Rangers were tasked with taking the Pointe on June 6th, and they had to do so under enemy fire (less than the on the beaches as the Germans felt this site impregnable), and once they made landfall they had to scale 100 foot cliffs with rocket propelled grappling hooks and ladders borrowed from the London fire department.  Once the site was secured, reinforcements began the process of cutting off the peninsula and liberating the area.

Crater from the bombing prior to D-Day at Pointe du Hoc,
intended to "soften" the target for June 6th.

They are routinely 8-10 feet deep, like this one.
Pointe du Hoc machine gun nest (foreground), craters and artillery installations



Pointe du Hoc and the cliffs overlooking the landing site, 100 feet below


"Located Pointe du Hoc - Mission accomplished - Need ammunition and reinforcements - Many casualties"
- James Earl Rudder



Many craters of Pointe du Hoc 

Artillery installation site.  Note the metal rod in the center,
which allowed the guns to swivel and fire at both Utah and Omaha Beaches.
However, the Germans had removed any guns not under cover, replacing
them with long wooden telephone poles in order to fool the Allies.
Pointe du Hoc

Ranger "Dagger" Monument
Pointe du Hoc

Ranger Monument atop the observation bunker and
machine gun position
Pointe du Hoc

Artillery installation and viewing platform at Pointe du Hoc

Battle scars from the bombing at Pointe du Hoc


German Military Cemetery

After a moving visit to Pointe du Hoc, we had about an hours' worth of daylight remaining.  We decided to head south about 15 miles to see the German Military Cemetery at La Cambe with whatever daylight we had left.

The steel gray clouds and waning light lent this place an eerie feel, but that was probably appropriate under the circumstances.  The site itself was once a temporary cemetery for American GIs after the war, and now is the final resting place to some 21,000 German soldiers.  (Incidentally, families of American soldiers had the choice to repatriate the remains of their loved ones after the war; some 60% chose this option.)  

Rick Steves describes this as a place "more about humility than hero worship."  I like that quite a lot, and with the bare trees, strong north wind and gloomy wet weather, the cemetery is a place to recall there were scores of soldiers - many of them, like Erwin Kaminski, below - who were just teenagers, likely with a limited understanding of what they were actually fighting for.

We had the place completely to ourselves, and so we wandered around in the growing darkness for half-an-hour or so before the oncoming evening - and a short burst of showers - won the day.

The German Cemetery at La Cambe

A tombstone at the German Cemetery at La Cambe.
Simple math will tell you this soldier was only just a boy.

Roughly hewn dark basalt crosses placed among simple
markers flat against the ground.
The German Cemetery at La Cambe

The German Cemetery at La Cambe, final resting place for more than 21,000 dead
Atop the resting place of 207 unknown and 89 identified German soldiers
at the German Cemetery at La Cambe

Out of daylight, tired but satisfied with our trek for the day, we headed off to the regional city center of Bayeux for a drink and dinner, then back to Ver-sur-Mer for a rest in order to prepare for our trip the next day.




Mont Saint Michel

150 kilometers to the southeast of Ver-sur-Mer is the magical, picturesque tiny village and island abbey known to pilgrims and tourists from around the world.  For a thousand years the sight has been important to monks and has been an established monastery since the 8th century.  It has been a monastery, fort, prison and symbol of national identity for the French.  Since 1979 it is also a United Nations designated World Heritage Site.  Of course it's very popular today with tourists, reflected in the little shops selling trinkets and souvenirs on the main street in the village proper.

The village and abbey sit on a tidal island, surrounded by mudflats that, at low tide, can still be crossed on foot.  Now there is an elevated causeway, but despite this the incoming tides - which arrive with alarming speed and can overwhelm the unprepared, especially if they find themselves stuck in the mud or quicksand - have still occasionally covered the roadway.


Evidently the site is routinely overwhelmed by tourists during the warm summer months, and so this rainy January day was actually a pretty good time to visit, as numbers were way down and while we weren't all alone, it was completely manageable.  

Magical Mont Saint Michel from a distance

Le Mont Saint Michel

Mont Saint Michel in the rain.
Thanks, Mr. Fellow Tourist, for leaving the raindrop on the lens.

The requisite selfie


The Abbey towers over the village below
The cobbled streets of the village below




The mudflats which surround the island

From Mont Saint Michel, showing the river Couesnon in the background,
held back by a small dam to help control the flow

The Abbey of Mont Saint Michel, with 
the golden Archangel Michel up in the fog

The Abbey of Mont Saint Michel,
still a working sanctuary


Fireplace in le Salle des Chevaliers (Knights Hall) in Mont Saint Michel










The village below the abbey has only 30 permanent residents



Cows!
In the town of La Caserne across the mudflats

from Mont Saint Michel

Cows!
A small inn or hotel at La Caserne


We had about a two hour drive back to Ver-sur-Mer after our visit to Mont Saint Michel, yet it was only early afternoon.  We decided to head back to Bayeux to see the famous Bayeux Tapestry, which is the historical record of William the Conqueror's victory over the English at the Battle of Hastings in 1066.  Unfortunately, it was out for cleaning that day, so the museum was closed.  Not really.  It is January in northern France, where lots of things are closed.  We wandered around the town, stopped later in a small cafe for a carafe of wine, and headed back toward the B&B for some dinner in a nearby town.

Working waterwheel in Bayeux

Cathedrale Notre Dame de Bayeux

Cathedrale Notre Dame de Bayeux
Our trip was short, but eventful.  We very much enjoyed our time in this part of France, where Americans will find themselves welcome all year, and speaking French is hardly necessary.  To be sure there is much, much more to see in the region, and of course around all of France, one of our strongest and oldest allies (not just from World War II).

Go.  See things, learn things, talk to people, take it all in.  You will not be disappointed.