How many years had I planned to visit Mont Saint Michel? The old Sunday night Disney program began with Tinker Bell swirling her magic wand around a castle. When I first saw the outlines of the small island in my local St. Charles, Illinois newspaper’s travel section, I mistakenly identified Disney’s castle. Symbolically the fate of my future rose before me. I kept pictures of the Mont constantly near me. It hung above the desks of my secretarial jobs in Jackson and Ann Arbor, Michigan. The place remained a constant goal.