Welcome to February! Hopefully this month is kinder to celebrities than last month was. What a way to start the year, huh? Cancer sucks.
On February 2nd last year, my father asked if I wanted to go to Monaco with him. It sounded great! I said yes, then scrambled to prepare as I was leaving on the 17th. Despite the horrifically short amount of time I had to plan (hahaha, me plan), I made the most of my trip. I walked through all of Monaco (yes, itâ€™s that tiny). I inhaled a disgusting number of pizzas. I went to a carnival in Nice. I bought delicious sweets in a cute French town that I cannot remember the name of to save my life (St. Paul du Vence upon asking my dad). I met Italian kitties (one was on a motorcycle!). I ate the most incredible ravioli Iâ€™ve ever had in my life. I bought Quality Street chocolates and legit Kinder Eggs to later gorge on. I saw a boxing match. It helped me avoid the tedium that is my work schedule in February. I enjoyed it so much, in fact, that Iâ€™m going to the continent again in just about a week and a half!
Should you find yourself also itching to visit Europe, check out the article on a few tiny bits of advice for getting there. During your downtime (perhaps while on a plane!), you can read not one, not two, but THREE fiction pieces in the Refuge. They are chapter six of Sometime Last Week, part two of Celia, and a standalone partially inspired by the bit of snow we received a few weeks ago. You can also read about Roryâ€™s dreams, my take on the newest Star Wars film, The Force Awakens, and about the experiences of Sifton Anipare, a former Hyogo JET.
For a couple days while my dad and I were in the Riviera, we rented a car so we could visit two small towns in Italy. They were well worth it, though I was extremely frustrated by the citrus festival that was being held in Menton and expressed this by cursing its name. Driving takes time, but helps you reach places you couldnâ€™t otherwise. Life is short. Make sure you take the time to see what really matters to you. Always.