We’re still staying steps away from Monaco, it happened to be Grand Prix weekend and a hospitality company needed extra hostesses for a yacht party. A friend who knew I’d welcome the money put me in touch and, so, I found myself taking drink orders on a huge boat docked in Monaco’s port.
There was a VIP guest list including some of the Formula One drivers but the only celeb I recognized was (former, I think) super model, Rachel Hunter who laughed at my joke about coffee in France leaving a lot to be desired.
It was an entertaining night to be sure. I’ve never spent that much time on a boat and don’t think I’ll be signing up for crew life.
It’s been interesting being here while Monaco geared up for the Grand Prix as the event absolutely takes over the city. Additional barriers and fencing were put up daily, adding further to my navigational struggles. Avid racing fans from around the world swarmed the city just, as I’m told, most Monegasques flee.
As I’ve mentioned before, this scene is not for me and I’m looking forward to moving into the more relaxed Menton. However, I’ve had a fascinating look at this country with its unique society and can now add yacht serving to my life experiences.
My last post had some major real talk. I couldn’t help it, I’d had a glass of wine and the words spilled out. It was what I found to be the most challening week thus far. We’d recently arrived to … Continue reading →
We've hit the one month mark for the trip. I'm trying my hardest not to incessantly count the days as it's in my nature to always think to the future. Just before leaving for this trip I read the Editor's Letter in the latest Chatelaine (it’s no secret I love this magazine) about how many changes in one’s life can make it seem to slow time down. Read May’s edition for a much better explanation of the theory. If it’s true, I think I’m adding years.
I’m out of my comfort zone.
Traveling for six months in a country I’ve never visited, staying with strangers & living out of a backpack. Add to this “living” with one’s significant other.
I can’t complain though, can I? I’m living in the south of France. However now that Ryan’s started his stage, I’ve the ‘challenge’ of how to fill my days. Such a burden right? But I’m faced with concerns about all the things I could be doing otherwise – looking for a job, securing full-time employment, even spending time with family & friends – girlfriends! I need them now in Menton.
For now I’m embracing the uncertain, replaying the words of those who’ve assured me it’ll all work out….& drinking on patios.