Closing time in Brittany
The Brittany portion of the France vacation has now come to an end. I just never get tired of seeing animals though. We took another walk around the neighborhood of Steph's parents' house one last time before leaving. We were charmed with a sunny day, and that's one thing you should know about Brittany, which is that they get cloudy weather often, much like southern Great Britain. It is nice to be in the countryside for a period of time, but vacation doesn't really start when you're in your parents' home. And for Steph it was not like it was for me, which was full of, "Awesome! cows!" or "Awesome! donkeys!" I did learn something new though.
You might think what I've learned is that there's beer made from the Brittany area, and that the beer is a delicious dark brew. And it's organic! After spending some time with my parents earlier this month and now a few days with Steph's parents, what I notice is a bit depressing. When you're young, you spend pretty much every day at home. Then as an addult, if you move far away from your parents, you can generally count on one hand the number of days you can see them. If you take the average life expectancy and subtract your parents age, then take that number and multiply by number of days you see your parents per year, then you come up with a very startling and morbid number. At some point in your life you can calculate the number of days you see your parents. It's that point in life when the message on the rear view mirror matches what you feel and see in real life. I think at some point we all feel grown up after getting a license or being able to vote or moving away from home for the first time. But what really welcomes a person into adulthood is realizing that your own mortality is going to happen at some point, and then the projection of such idea is exposed in your parents.
It's not all introspective and depressing while on vacation! If you find yourself in Brittany, make sure you take some time to visit Mont Saint Michel. It's a monastery that was built a looooong ass time ago on this rock. It's quite a feat for the builders because during high tide, the water covers the path to the rock from the mainland. Present day, there's a man-made land bridge that allows people to visit the monastery during high-tide as well. There's also a city at Mont Saint Michel, but it's mostly just touristy shops. It's one of those places that'll sell you a 3 euro coke (which is like $4.50 almost).
But before leaving Brittany, of course there was more animals. Steph and I took a bike ride and saw more donkeys. Really, it don't get old to see donkeys. They look like chill mini horses with giant ears. It's a shame I didn't get to see some sheep while in Brittany, but we did see some on the train ride into Paris. More on vacation later!
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