The Hunt for Calvados
Calvados comes from Normandy. Travel tip: Always try to buy what the place is famous for. For example, while on Bora Bora we bought vanilla. We purchased pink salt and alpaca wool in Lima, Peru. However, we did not get tattoos in Tahiti.
First City Outside of Mont Saint Michel
I went to the guys at the front desk. He told me to go to the bus stop and they’ll tell me where to go. We took the bus down the causeway to the parking lots and also a tourist information building. The guy said that there is no bus but it is only a 20-minute walk to the next town, and it’s a “city” he says. Funny, I didn’t see any cities on my way here but fine. He tells me to walk along the water, and then a “green path”, and then I will be right there. Since I am originally from a city I said, “Well, where do I go in the city?” “No, no. You will see. It’s right there,” he said. Okay, fine. Vague. But, I’ll do my best.
Beauvoir
I set off and immediately find a drainage ditch with long, yellow grass coming out of it. (On my way back I spied a large dark brown rodent climbing into that grass). So I think, this must be the water he’s talking about. I walk until I come to a crossroads with signs to various “cities”. The closest city is Beauvoir. Nothing seems familiar, but I do see a path through a green farmer’s field. I say farmer because I see a red tractor in the distance. I take it.; not the tractor, the path.
Side note: I left Maureen on this bench beside the holly and the ivy across the street from the signs. She said she could not continue due to a foot or leg injury of some kind.
The wind is fierce. I bow my head down into the driving gusts and forge on. After a while, I look behind me and there is no one. Good. Because it’s a lonely spot and I do come from Florida so I am naturally paranoid and with good reason. I’ve also been listening to too many true-crime podcasts lately.
I finally get to the end of the “green path” and enter a residential neighborhood.
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