After a 5 hours drive we made it to the North of France, the “Ch’ti” region, now called Les Hauts de France, where I was born. On the way we stopped at Omaha beach. It was beautiful and serene, a stopping point for many tourists on their way to the Mont Saint Michel and the South.
After Omaha Beach, the Pont de Normandie, a few pictures of us in Saint Quentin, my family, my village. A quick peak of the building where I went to elementary school, the building where I used to do summer camp and the Temple where Brian and I got married (it was a fake marriage, we were already married in Texas). A few pictures of my village, the church, and finally my sisters and nieces.
And apparently in all this we still managed to find a farm, I am finding that I love taking pictures of all those adorable farm animals <3