Travelling with our diabetic child

Updated February 2020

Well November is coming to a close, so in honour of World Diabetes Month, I thought I would make a diabetes awareness post.

I know that after Sophie was diagnosed, I spent a lot of time on the internet, searching everything – including how to travel with her. I found it best to read personal accounts from people who have done it – not just generic lists or tips off websites like Diabetes UK or JDRF Canada. I mean, those were helpful, but not exactly what I needed. I needed to hear from someone who had made mistakes and figured out best practices by actually doing it.

So I’m here to share our tips and tricks, so far. We’ve only done a handful of trips; some big, some small, but we learn a little something each time.

Pack extra, and then a little extra more

You may think it’s ridiculous, especially when you’re only going away for one night, or a week-end, and you see the enormous amount of supplies in front of you, but just pack them all.
Our rule of thumb is pack 3 times what you plan on needing. If you plan on needing one pump site change and 200 units of insulin for it – you bring 3 pump sites and 600 units of insulin. See? sounds ridiculous.
There’s a few reasons for this.


One: Because you need to split up your supplies into 2 bags. Never carry all of your supplies in one bag – what if it’s lost? or compromised? Then you’ll have at least what you need and a little extra in a second bag.

Two: Life happens– duh. A pump site fails. Or heat ruins some insulin. An insulin vial breaks. A CGM sensor falls off while swimming….

Three: Your child (or you, whoever the T1D is) cannot LIVE without those supplies, why the heck would you scrimp on them? “Oh I want to bring an extra dress so I think less insulin pump supplies this time…” If these are your priorities, give yourself a shake!

And yep- most trips, you’ll find yourself bringing home 85% of the supplies you packed- cool! I just take out the insulin and keep the bags ready to go for the next trip. But every now and then, you’ll be damn glad you have it all there.

True story- when we went to London for just one night, we brought one suitcase between the 3 of us and the regular huge amount of diabetes supplies. We knew Sophie would be due for a pump change that night, so we had 3 pumps with us. I put 2 in the suitcase and 1 in Sophie’s bag that she wears on her at all times. Well, it was incredibly hot that day. So hot that the Yeoman Warders at the Tower of London had to cut their tours short (because they wear very thick, wool uniforms). The pump kits note on their packaging to remain below 30°C and we knew that the pump in her bag was probably boiling in the sun at around 40°C. I wasn’t sure that pump would be good anymore. (It has a battery inside with radio frequency receivers so that’s the part that could mess up). So we were down to 2 good pumps. Then that evening when we went to change her pump with one of the good ones in our suitcase, we filled it full of insulin and set it to prime— and it didn’t prime– Faulty pump set! We then grabbed the third and last one we had, filled it, and held our breath. It worked. In fact, we held our breath until we got home almost 24 hours later. (We kept the one that had been in her backpack but got too hot, we’d use it if we had to).
Everything worked out in the end – but only because I packed 3x what we needed.
Because of that night, when my husband sees the immense amount of kit I pack for our trips, he doesn’t bat an eye. He takes a shirt out of his suitcase to make room. Sometimes he even suggests we need more.

Security

Anyone who has travelled in the past 18 or so years knows that airport security can be a real nightmare- for all of us.
So how do we deal with so much security, a growing line-up behind us, and the huge bagfuls of needles, devices, liquids, and contraptions (above) that can’t go through the x-ray machine?
Oy.
(Tip: Early in your planning stages, contact your device(s) manufacturers and find out what can and can’t go through the x-ray machines. For example, Dexcom recommends its sensors not go through x-ray. Omnipod says their pods and PDM can, but we prefer to just keep the stuff all together and not risk it – sometimes each bag has ~$1000 worth of medical supplies in it, so lets just have those inspected by hand….)

In England, you can get these sunflower lanyards. They identify an invisible illness. How fantastic!!! These can be acquired by going to the service/help desk in any English airport and telling them why you need it.
We got one for Sophie. We also got one for me but I don’t need it as my illness isn’t invisible in an airport- they see me walking with a cane and are usually quite helpful.
However, only British airports recognise these lanyards right now. We hope that one day, this catches on worldwide.

Anyway, with this lanyard, we can take the handicap line through security (again, we would anyway because of me and my cane, but I’m assuming that most people reading this don’t also have someone in the family with MS… though that correlation is a topic for another day).

When we get to the line, we are prepared and we need to be brisk. We quickly self-identify to the nice folks running the x-rays and security lines that we have some medical devices that cannot go through the scanner and need to be hand-inspected. We always have a doctor’s note to prove this, though they hardly ask for it. (We’ve been asked for a note once when we were moving to the UK and had 6 months’ worth of supplies in our carry-on that all needed to be inspected by hand; then we were asked again at the Madrid airport where I was worried that the letter was in English, but he asked to see her passport to correlate the name on the letter, and then let us through to have hand inspection).

The diabetes bags are always packed on the TOP of our hand luggage so we can grab them quickly and pass them to the security officer. Then Eric and I split up. I realise this is easy to do as we are 2 parents with 1 child. One of us always keeps an eye on the diabetes bags (a: to not lose them, b: to make sure they don’t get sent through the x-ray machine, and c: to answer any questions to the security officers about what is in them) and one of us keeps an eye on our daughter. She’s 11, she can handle walking through the metal detector by herself, but because of the devices she wears, she often sets it off, and they have to pat her down, or swab the devices, which they’re not allowed to do without a parent present.

When we’re in a foreign country and we don’t speak the language at all, it’s a whole new ballgame. We are trying to make sure to look up the words for insulin, diabetes, medicine, ‘no x-ray’ and ‘medical device’ in the language before we go. I then make sure that these are on or in the clear diabetes bags so that they can be seen.

This has proven very important to do in the countries where we don’t speak any of the language (Italy, Spain), as the airport security agents aren’t part of the tourism industry and you can’t expect them to speak any English. In both Italy and Spain, we had to point to these notes to get our point across. (In France, Eric is bilingual in French so we were okay). Each time, it was these little words on the notes that saved our supplies.

Bottom line – be prepared. Have the diabetes bags separate, easy to grab, and a doctor’s note from the clinic (I have yet to encounter a clinic that won’t provide this). If you don’t feel at all confident in the language, have a few important words pre-translated and written out to help you through.

Lows

As you know, hypoglycaemic events (low blood sugars) will happen. Every type 1 diabetic is always on the lookout for them and if they are hypo-unaware, then hopefully they have a continuous glucose monitor or a diabetic alert dog to alert them of falling glucose levels.
However you monitor your child’s low glucose, the main thing is to then feed them glucose to get it back up to a healthier level. We all have our tried-and-true ways of doing this while at home, but when travelling it can be very different.
Something to know before you leave home is how to read nutrition labels in the location(s) you are travelling to, because they’re different everywhere. Know the word for carbohydrates in the language of the country you’re visiting. Sometimes this is obvious- and sometimes you may be visiting a country with a very different language and maybe even with a different alphabet – so knowing what their nutrition label looks like and what word is carbohydrates could be super important!

Photo of my daughter going low in the middle of touring the Pablo Picasso museum in Barcelona… Stuck in a corner downing dextrose tabs because you ‘can’t eat’ in a museum and I thought dextrose tabs were more appropriate for me to say she’s taking medicine….


Sugar can be found anywhere in the world, so it’s not an immediate worry – you will find something to treat lows. But if your child is picky, or you like to be very specific about how many grams of sugar they get for the low, it’s best to come prepared. Don’t assume you’ll find what you want, or even a close substitute in another country.
But no matter what, always, always, make sure you have some on you. If you’re travelling and walking around all day, there may be some unexpected lows, even a lot of them. Having to try and find a store in an unfamiliar area and buy candy/juice/pop in unfamiliar packaging in an unfamiliar language with unfamiliar currency is just not a stress you need at the moment of a low.


Time Zones

This is another aspect of travelling that no one likes, but I never thought of as anything more than an annoyance until we were travelling with a diabetic.
You know how you often have different insulin-to-carb ratios for different times of the day? Or different basal rates throughout the day programmed into your pump? Well, when you just jump 3, 5, or 8 hours and your body has NO idea what time it is; if it just ate breakfast, lunch, or dinner, then you have no idea how much insulin to give it!

Before we moved here and put Sophie’s body through an 8-hour time change, we researched different methods that some diabetics used. Some changed their pump an hour a day. Some stayed on origin’s time for a few days. There were a bunch of options. We went for the rip-off-the-band-aid approach and did it all at once.

When you rip off the band-aid and change the time all at once like we did, be ready for a solid 24-48 hours of wonky blood sugars. But we stuck with it, made her eat on schedule, and they started to make sense again by the second day.

Everyone will have to come up with a plan that’s right for you or your child regarding time changes – it may have to be by trial and error. Start with what you’re most comfortable with and see how it goes.

Eric changing the time in Sophie’s pump by 8 hours as we landed in England.


Those are some of our bigger talking points. Keep in mind, we’re still learning, still experimenting! Below are some more quick tips we’ve picked up along the way:

-Call your airline ahead of time, they can grant you extra hand baggage which can be invaluable when travelling on a budget airline that restricts everyone to one small bag each! If you’re travelling with a companion, you don’t have to pay to select seats together, you can just call ahead and request they are seated next to you as a medical companion. I have yet to encounter an airline that won’t do this.

-Watch the temperatures of your bags. Certainly, keep the insulin in a cooler pack like a Frio wallet, but just as I explained above with our London day-trip, certain supplies shouldn’t get too hot or cold too. These are usually labelled on the packaging. And no, you don’t have to be ridiculously strict about this, but you also don’t want to let your black suitcase sit in the hot sun on a 30°+C day while you sit on the beach and let it bake your supplies.

-If you’re on a longer flight that provides drinks and meals, don’t request the diabetic meal! They’re gross, and a type 1 doesn’t need it, you just have to guess the carb count.
As for drinks, I have yet to encounter a comfort drink trolley that offers anything other than Diet Coke (or Pepsi) as a sugar-free option. If your child wants to drink something other than water or caffeinated cola that they don’t need insulin for, plan ahead and buy some diet pop in the airport (once you’re through security).

-If your child uses a phone for their Dexcom or any diabetes management, know that you do have to put the phone into airplane mode. Airplane mode will first turn off the transmitting function of Dexcom. However, you don’t have to give in and live on fingerpokes. You can go into the phone’s settings and while in airplane mode, manually turn on Bluetooth. If Bluetooth is on, Dexcom will transmit to the phone and alarm, if needed. However, it will not send the data to any followers.

-Don’t forget to pack back-up needles/pens! (So this includes long-acting insulin!) We all know the pump can die completely. Or she could drop it in a toilet! We have to be prepared to always give insulin- always.

I know it all sounds like a lot of check-lists, warnings, and planning, and it is – but we also believe that the opportunities that travel gives our daughter are well worth it. Even though she’s diabetic? Especially because she’s diabetic. Because she needs to see that she has no boundaries in this world, she can do anything, go anywhere – it just takes a little forethought.

Please feel free to comment and leave any tips or tricks on travelling as as diabetic/with a diabetic child. We all need to share the info we learn along the way!

Remembrance Day 2019 (Normandy part 2)

As I said in my last post, Normandy was amazing but our Remembrance Day was just overwhelmingly beautiful, I had to give it its own post.

We checked out of our lovely hotel and left Bayeux in mid-morning. We expected to have a bit of time on our hands and to take things slowly. The Remembrance ceremony wasn’t until 1500h at Juno Beach.

We headed to Bény-sur-Mer, where the Canadian war cemetery is. There are many Canadian war cemeteries across Europe, but this is one of the biggest and the one associated with D-Day.


Unlike the American cemetery, we could walk these rows. We spent an hour or so here, reading the names and the epitaphs on the stones.

It meant so much to be here today, and to be able to reflect. I’m sure it would also feel just as heavy on June 6. I know it is somber on any day of the year, but I’m just saying that today felt different.

One thing in particular that was sad to see, for us, was the number of graves that had no adornment- no flowers and nothing left from visitors. I suppose we can’t expect them all to, but it felt sort of empty.

As we were leaving, I saw a family come in. They had a bouquet with them and were wearing Canadian poppies. I saw them head to a specific grave. They had their quiet moment and laid the flowers. Then they were taking photos of them with it. They were clearly a Canadian family who had travelled to be here and to see this grave. So I headed over to offer to take a photo of all 4 of them together with the grave. It turns out they were from BC and it was the man’s uncle’s grave. They were planning to head to Juno Beach later on as well. We were happy to have met another Canadian family doing their remembering.

Next, we headed on to the Juno Beach Centre. We planned to tour the museum for a while and have a picnic lunch before the ceremony.

The centre is beautiful, with so much information and history included. If you have a loved one who was a part of a Canadian regiment in WWII, especially in Normandy, then I highly recommend you check it out sometime.

As I’ve mentioned (many times), my grandfather was in the 1st Canadian Parachute Battalion (1CPB) and fought in Normandy. Knowing this, I of course gravitated to learning all I could about this elite unit.

(My paternal grandfather was also in WWII, an RCAF aerial photographer. However, I never had the pleasure of meeting him and forging a bond. Also, he was never stationed in Normandy. Though there was a small section about our military in Italy, where he was, and I found it fascinating).

There was one great interactive computer exhibit that I was playing with. It was a large touch-screen wherein you could select any Canadian regiment that was in Normandy and then be lead through a slideshow of their movements through the area after landing. I selected the 1CPB and it started with them helping liberate Pegasus Bridge and fend off the Nazis for many days to keep it. With my knowledge of my grandfather’s battle history and when he entered Normandy, it was at about slide 8 or 9 of about 25. The unit had a week off starting 17 June 1944 and got reinforcements (that’s my Papa!). Throughout this slideshow, there are a few photos and snapshots, not many- mostly of the men in repose or relaxing. About halfway through, this large close-up photo pops up:

It looked somewhat familiar. I read the caption. And then I burst into tears. My Papa spent our whole lives telling us about Andy. Andy was his best friend. They went through training together and then entered battle together.

Andy died in Operation Varsity in the Battle of the Bulge on March 24, 1945.

Papa never forgot. He never let us forget, either. Every year when Papa attended a Remembrance Day ceremony, we knew he was thinking of Andy.

And here Andy was staring up at me at our nation’s WWII memorial museum in France.

I couldn’t help but feel Papa with me. I know how pleased he would be to know that of all the 1CPB soldiers’ photos to be had, Juno Beach Centre shows Andy’s. He will not be forgotten.

After I dried my tears from that moment, we continued on. Then I came across another 1CPB exhibit talking about who they were and what they did and there was a uniform jacket in it. I glanced to the side and saw it was the jacket of one Sid Pass, an old buddy of my Papa’s. They were in the war together then lived in the same city and were friends for many years until Sid died just a few years before Papa. His granddaughter contacted me when Papa died and expressed her condolences. I just feel it’s such a small world sometimes. It certainly was a small 1CPB!

After we toured the museum and had our picnic lunch, it was time to get ready for the ceremony. Easy enough for Sophie and me… A lot more work for Eric. He is supposed to be in full dress uniform for these ceremonies, even just as an attendee.

Before the ceremony, everyone was milling about in the lobby. This also became a bit of a meet and greet. The people present were a mix of French locals and Canadians. Of course with Eric in uniform, it opened a lot of conversations. Some other Canadians came and said hi, and a few French wanted to hi too. One little old lady (and I mean little!) came and told Eric that her father fought with the French Resistance and was awarded a Commander of the French Legion of Honour. Eric told her (as this conversation was all in French) that my grandfather was a Knight of the Legion of Honour because he was a Canadian who fought in Normandy. Oh! She got so excited! She started showing me the papers that showed who her father was and his medal (a photo of it). I showed her photos of my Papa with his medal and him in the war. She cried. She insisted on a photo together (as I had my phone out showing her photos, she told me to take a photo now!).

We hugged and kissed and she even gave me her address! Haha. I’ll send her a nice card. She was so sweet.

Then it was time to start the ceremony. There was a large turnout, including the local mayor and Senator, Chief of Police, and other important locals. They all had wreaths to lay before the ceremony could start inside. Inside there was a local band and bagpiper, too.

The ceremony was beautiful, though I only understood half of it. That’s ok, I got the jist.

Eric was asked to read the Act of Remembrance in English. He did, rather well.

During the ceremony, a woman from Ottawa had a small presentation explaining a project she’s been working on called ‘Flags2Bény’. She explained that on her first trip to Juno Beach, she was so touched by everything that she wanted to find a way to spread the word more at home in Canada. One thing she did was get a bridge near the airport in Ottawa renamed Juno Bridge. She also got schoolchildren to sign messages of thanks on over 2000 Canadian flags and brought them here to Juno today. She asked us to each take some flags and go to the Canadian war cemetery after the ceremony and put them on a few graves.

Well, we went to her after and snagged the last few flags she had! She was worried people wouldn’t participate but instead more people wanted to help than she had flags!! This was French locals and the Canadians alike all wanting to help and honour our dead.

We also then met an amazing, sweet woman who said she was a local girl in the area when the Canadians landed on D-Day and liberated the town. She said she was 11 years old and remembers being friends with the soldiers. Amazing! Eric pointed out that our daughter is 11 now, the same age this woman was on D-Day. We got a photo with her.

I love that 75 years later, she still comes to the Canadian Armistice Day ceremonies to say thanks. (And wanted to plant some flags at the cemetery, as well!).

After the ceremony, they did something so very dignified, so very French- they served delicate pastries and sparkling cider (the cider the region is known for).

Then we went outside to pay our own, private respects. We were asked if we wanted to lay a wreath but I explained that no, thank you, we had different plans.

You see, when my Papa died in March, there was a beautiful flower arrangement atop his casket with a few red poppies in it. The poppies were artificial because the florist couldn’t exactly get real poppies in March in Canada. Family kept those poppies. I have two, and plans to take them to the places I promised Papa we’d go when I last spoke to him.

Today I had one of those poppies and we were laying it at the Juno Beach memorial instead of a wreath. We didn’t want to lay it at the big wreath laying ceremony because it was too important, and people wouldn’t understand the significance of this tiny, fake poppy that looked a little worse for wear after travelling about a 13,000km trip (Brantford to Victoria to Bristol to Normandy).

But it got here, and we laid it in Papa’s memory.

Then we took a few other photos. Eric was here for Remembrance Day in 2006 so we took a photo so we could compare, haha.

Thirteen years ago, that uniform was  barely broken in!

Then because there were a few new things since 2006, including a Naval memorial, more photos:

However, do you think we managed to get a photo of the 3 of us while he was in uniform, or during this special day? I thought of it while I was waiting for him to change into his civi clothes. Sigh. And there were so many people around that we ‘knew’ by then that we could ask, too. But we just never thought of it, and forgot. Oh well, my hair was a disaster from the gale outside so I probably wouldn’t have liked any photo we got anyway.

Then we went back to the war cemetery to fulfill our promise to plant the flags on the graves. When we had gone earlier in the day, we were the only car in the parking lot. This time when we pulled up, there were a dozen cars or so! Wonderful!

When we got to the cemetery, we saw that plenty of people had already been and had and were still planting their flags. One older man in a retiree’s Legion uniform made sure to stand up and salute with every single flag he placed, it was touching.

Flags-2-Bény was a success! The cemetery looked much more loved afterwards and more importantly, the graves were each individually respected.

They were still planting a few flags by the time we left but we had to hit the road.

It’s been the most amazing day of reflection, introduction, pride, and enlightenment. We all loved our day and will never forget it.

Thank you for letting me share it with you.

A somber, reflective weekend in Normandy (Part 1)

For those of you who don’t know, Remembrance Day is 11 November in Canada. It is Armistice Day, the anniversary of the end of WWI and the day we remember the men and women who died in the wars to keep us free. In the UK, they commemorate this day on the second Sunday in November, and it is called Remembrance Sunday. Not in Canada, in Canada, the day is too important to be swept off to the weekend, and to work through 11 November. So, I applied to Sophie’s school for special consideration to pull her from school so we could commemorate this solemn day.

Remembrance Day was on a Monday this year. It will be on a Wednesday next year and a Thursday our last year in the UK. So if we ever wanted to pilgrimage to a Canadian war memorial like Juno Beach for Remembrance Day, we figured this would be the best year for it so as to miss the least amount of school and work.

We took the overnight ferry from Portsmouth on Friday night. We landed in Normandy at 7am on Saturday morning. It was still dark, nothing was open, it was cold, and we were hungry. We eventually found a bakery open to grab a few pains au chocolate.

Then we headed east and the first thing we encountered, as the sun was rising, was Pegasus Bridge.

Pegasus Bridge is important to me and my family because my grandfather was in the 1st Canadian Parachute Battalion, which was a part of the British 6th Airborne Division, who liberated this bridge. (However, my papa wasn’t a part of D-Day, he came a couple weeks later as reinforcements, so he himself wasn’t a part of the liberation of this bridge, it is just emblematic of his time in the war).

There is a picture of my grandparents at this bridge in 1974 when they came to Normandy for the 30th anniversary of D-Day. I love that we have a matching photo.

My Papa died only 8 months ago, at the age of 96. So this entire trip is very moving, and I feel he is with me.

After our little stop at Pegasus Bridge, we continued on east. There is a memorial museum to the Airborne at Pegasus Bridge, but it wouldn’t be open for hours. We planned to return.

We went to Honfleur, a beautiful little port famous for its artists. It turns out, that because it was Saturday morning, there is a huge farmer’s market spanning blocks and blocks amongst the medieval buildings. We had so much fun going up and down these stalls, sampling the wares, and buying a few treats.

After an hour or two or walking around here, we hear the familiar alarm of Sophie’s Dexcom telling us she’s going low. I was about to reach into my bag for some of the candy I have there but she remembered about 2 stalls back they were selling homemade caramels. We figured why not, shouldn’t that be a perk of a travelling diabetic? Eric quickly ran back and bought a few pieces of freshly-made caramels. We had no idea how well a caramel treats a low (or not) — it is mostly sugar but it is also a high fat content, which slows the absorption of sugar. But we weren’t too worried, as we were about to head to lunch.

Me resting my legs and Sophie eating her sugar.
Sophie in Honfleur after lunch

After our beautiful morning in Honfleur we headed back to the Pegasus Memorial Museum. Here, we learned a lot about the 6th Airborne Division and the 1st Canadian Parachute Battalion. In case you’re curious as to the exact relation:

The 1CPB fought under the 3rd Parachute Brigade
This is the original sign placed by the Airborne on 20 June 1944. This is the sign my grandparents are beside in the photo above.

After lots of learning, and crying, we left the museum. Our hotel was in Bayeux and seeing as we’d only slept a few hours on the ferry, we were ready to turn in. Of course, it was hard to find a place for supper, but eventually we got some pizzas and called it a night.

Sunday morning brought sleeping in then a visit to the Bayeux Cathedral.

The cathedral is a remarkable building, mostly spared by WWII. We went in, but it was Sunday Mass. Unlike some tourists, we actually respect other peoples’ religious ceremonies. There were tourists walking around in their hats, taking photos of Holy Communion… I mean come on people!!!! Whenever you walk into a church, even if it’s not your denomination, remove your hats out of respect. And don’t take photos of the clergy or anyone performing religious ceremony. Be respectful. I should not have to say this out loud- yet here we are…

We didn’t manage to get photos but we did manage to light one of the special votives they had for Remembrance in the cathedral. (The candle had a poppy on it).

So then we headed back north to the beaches. We decided to go see Omaha Beach and Point du Hoc, American landing beaches that Eric and I hadn’t seen before. The Americans treat their beaches much differently, but we’ve tried and can’t find a way to put this into words. Touristy? The French are certainly aware of the way the Americans are and they are trying to capitalise on it- much more roadside tourist traps (mini-museums for high entry fee and low reward, in some farmer’s barn). However, the beach itself is impressive. Point du Hoc is even more impressive- it is the cliff the commandos/rangers scaled and claimed at the beginning of the movie Saving Private Ryan.

At Omaha Beach
Omaha Beach
Point du Hoc is riddled with explosion craters from the shells the Navy sent on to the cliff to give cover for the boys about to scale the edge.
The cliff at Point du Hoc
Sophie in a Nazi bunker at Point du Hoc.
The infinity pool at the American cemetery

The American cemetery was huge and beautiful. Crosses row upon row. However, it was all roped off. We couldn’t walk up and down the aisles and read the names on the crosses. I found this upsetting, especially this weekend. To me, part of ‘Lest We Forget’ is saying the names of the dead. In Canadian war cemeteries, there is always a large monument at the front that says ‘Their Name Liveth Forevermore’. So, I suppose that is what I’ve been taught and I value, so it was disappointing to me to not be able to read and say the names of the War Dead. Though, in classic ‘American’ fashion, the grass was just perfect and that was clearly the look they were going for. I would have much preferred a muddy path up and down the aisles between the crosses showing that people have visited the graves and shown their respects.

The American cemetery near Omaha Beach.

We then decided to visit a newer looking museum we had passed called the ‘Operation Overlord’ museum. We thought it would be very American-centric and a possible tourist trap like some of the roadside museums, but we thought we’d take a chance on this bigger-looking one.

It turned out great. It was a museum about all of D-Day and spoke readily and heartedly about other Allied countries’ involvements. Then it was a large collection of things found in the area since the war by farmers and locals; everything from Jeeps and motorcycles to bomb shells and helmets, papers and uniforms. There was a lot of Nazi things too, simply from being found in the area.

Lastly, after the Overlord museum, we went to Arromanches-les-Bains, where Gold Beach is, a British landing beach and the location of the floating harbour (named Mulberry Harbour or Churchill Harbour in some places). This floating harbour was just huge, and built in mere days by the Allies after landing on D-Day so that larger Navy ships could tie up and unload supplies for the troops who were still quite busy in battle. Much of the floating harbour is still there.

That’s Sophie and Eric in the very middle. You can see floats both near are far in the distance.

I was so physically exhausted from the day, my legs would not carry me further and I could not go down on the beach. I sat on a bench near the beach while Sophie and Eric explored a bit.

Me waiting for them in front of the beach.

Well that was 2 of our 3 days in Normandy. Our last day was Remembrance Day and Canadian-centric. It turns out that this is already quite long, and I have a lot to reflect on the most amazing Remembrance Day ever, so I’m going to do-so in a second post (probably still today, as I have 3 hours still before our ferry to England leaves). I just want to keep my feelings and thoughts of this day contained all in one.

But that doesn’t make the earlier part of our weekend any less amazing. Pegasus Bridge will always be such a memory, but the towns of Normandy and American beaches have made an imprint as well.

Stay tuned for my next post…

À bientôt, Paris!

Well Paris, it’s been swell. Real swell. We’ve had an amazing week in the City of Lights. We’ve seen everything we wanted to get to and more. We indulged in many delicious French meals and ate our weight in baguettes. I walked more kilometres than I truly thought possible, for me. Many memories were made. But home awaits.

On Tuesday, we woke up early and caught the train out of town to go see Versailles. We had timed tickets for here at 9am. I like the attractions where we can buy time-slot tickets. It keeps the amount of tourists inside with you to a minimum, as well. (Though there were still thousands).

Versailles is huge. Bigger than huge. Immense. Gigantic. The castle itself is ornate and an incredible tour, but then you head out into the gardens that span acres and acres. We were there on 29 October and it was the last day of the year that music was playing in the garden and the fountains would be going. They were starting to cover all the outdoor statues in the garden too, to protect them for winter.

After enjoying some walking around until I could walk no more, after we’d seen some beautiful fountains and music shows, we rented a golf cart for an hour to tour the rest of the grounds. This seemed like a wise investment at 34€ for an hour because the little train/shuttle that takes you around the grounds is 6€/person each way… So unless we were willing to walk the 5+ miles (I wasn’t), we had to pay. This way we got to see all the other little areas they built (but we didn’t make it to Marie Antoinette’s peasant village, as it started to rain).

All in all, we were blown away by the grandeur at Versailles. We were so happy to have made the trek out there.

We almost had to leave Versailles early. Sophie’s blood glucose was up to 23 and her Dexcom wasn’t giving us a signal. We’d been having troubles with her insulin pod since we put it on Monday night. We weren’t sure if it was the pod, the location, or the insulin, but something wasn’t working well. However, we gave her some huge doses of insulin and she started coming down. (Eventually, we changed this pod at 1am on Wednesday night and it’s been infinitely better since then).

After our touring, we stopped in the town of Versailles at a small local crêparie for some amazing savory and sweet crêpes (they had a deal for one savory then one sweet, with a ‘bowl’ of their hard cider).

The only food picture you’ll get out of me this trip. I promise.

On Wednesday we let ourselves sleep in a little bit (vs waking up at 6am for Versailles) but we were still on the first river cruise tour of the day. That’s right, we went full tourist and boarded a tour on the Seine. It was really neat to see the city from that vantage point. There were way more prisons than we knew! Haha.

Then in the afternoon we had some coveted tickets to the Leonardo Da Vinci exhibit at The Louvre. This exhibit was in honour of the 500th anniversary of his death, and was almost all of his known work together in one place. The things they couldn’t have there (like the Last Supper or Salvator Mundi), they had reasonable replicas done by his own students in his own studios (under his tutelage). After a lengthy court battle with a Venetian museum, they even acquired The Vitruvian Man, which was a sight to see.

My favourite

What really blew me away was that they had many of his notebooks. We could see how he studied. He insisted on studying botany in order to be better able to paint trees and flowers in the backgrounds of his portraits.

He studied anatomy in order to be better able to paint the human form.

It was all just amazing. We learned so much about a genius mind well ahead of his time.

The next day we headed to Montmartre, the highest point in Paris and the home of Sacre Coeur.

We didn’t take all those stairs up. There is a fennicular there that you can take for the price of a bus ticket. Worth it! We took the fennicular up and walked down.

Once up on top, the Sacre Coeur was just beautiful.

Unfortunately it was a cloudy/slightly rainy day and the view of Paris outside of the church from this vantage point was poor.

I needed to sit and rest after the church, and then we happened upon a tourist train. It said it was a 35 minute ride and tour through Montmartre so we decided to do it. It turned out ideal. I got to rest my legs and we got the full tour of the area.

There are many of these staircases from one block to another due to how steep the whole area is.

After Montmartre, we took the métro to the Latin quarter and got off at The Sorbonne in order to go visit the Musée Curie… The museum dedicated the Marie and Pierre Curie and their discoveries in physics and science. It was just astounding. We were at her actual [decontaminated] lab and office. So many discoveries made there, so many advances made.

These statues were in the Curie garden. The actual garden right outside her laboratory where she liked to rest and take breaks. Sorry, I was seriously fangirling and science geeking out.

Finally, we had one more morning in Paris. In retrospect, I think we stayed maybe one day too many. We could have got by with a comfortable 6 days. My legs were very, very weak by our last day and I had to save some strength in them knowing how much walking an airport entails. We took our last morning easy. Our VRBO host was very fluid in allowing us to check out late, as our flight wasn’t until after 9pm. So we enjoyed a morning exploring the area around our apartment; specifically, the grand Paris Opera House. Yes, songs from The Phantom of the Opera were in my head the entire time.

The Opera House

The 2 large, gold, tractor tyres are an art installation from last December, met with much ire. I can see why.

Incidentally, all attractions in Paris are awesome at giving handicapped access and making sure that handicapped persons don’t have to wait in line, but the Opera House gives free admission to handicapped persons and one accompanying person. Plus children under 12 are free, so we had free passage for the day!

There are group tours, but we opted for a self-guided tour and were very happy with it.

Alas, that was the last thing we did in Paris. We then cleaned up our apartment and checked out, headed to the airport. Our Parisian vacation is over and we’ve had such a dream of a time.

We can’t wait for our next adventure!