My visit to Normandy on the 75th anniversary of D-Day gave me a lot to think about this July 4.
I hadn’t been to France since I was 22, and last month I visited Paris and Normandy. Paris is still a gorgeous city with a rich history. Normandy was beyond anything I’d experienced.
Some of you know my sister and I travel together every year. This was our 17th year. We’ve hiked in the Czech Republic and Easter Island, walked on glaciers in Patagonia, visited Machu Picchu, taken a barge trip in Holland, seen the terracotta soldiers in China, walked on the Great Wall, toured Cuba, spent time in Tuscany, and visited New Zealand and Australia. We’ve also slipped in some beach vacations—one in Mexico and several at the Jersey Shore where we grew up.
Each trip was spectacular in its own way, but nothing compared to the feeling I had standing on
