It Was Like Naples, FL Was On Vacation
I’ve done some amazing-ass things in my life, like graduate high school, but this one deserves special mention.
I drove a car. In France.
First-person perspective of impending death as we round the corner into Monaco.
And I only almost hit a mother/daughter pair once. Once! Fu*king. Amazing.
However, I had a bit of trouble in a little town called St. Jeanette. Remember that scene in Vacation where Clark Griswold and his family roadster are driving through St. Louis and get lost in East St. Louis? And it’s night time when they roll up to a bunch of negros (black folk) to ask for directions and heroically escape, minus a few car parts? ‘Member that? Well, my deal was nothing like that.
Rest assured me and my little Citroen sedan rental gave American drivers an inappropriately bad name. Between getting stuck on someone’s patio trying to negotiate an ‘S’ turn that clearly wasn’t designed for any cars larger than a tri-cycle, inadvertently taking an off-road trail with a 16% incline, knocking over a vegetable stand with my side-view mirror at the market (where cars don’t belong), and forcing a few pedestrians to butt-hump the wall as I inched my way down a cobblestone alley way, I’d highly recommend you stay out of France for a few. They ain’t too happy with us right now.
My bad.
The marina in Monte Carlo where I enjoyed a Panini and a coke.
Monaco's rendition of Adam & Eve. See Adam's little peter?
The veiw from my boss's terrace, looking off to the sea. Also the place where we got silly schlitzed off Belgium beer.
Dinner in Geneva with Hans and Rene. Authentically Switzerland except for the Korean wait staff. Made for a very confusing evening.
Sunset over Geneva.
Out on the boat on Lake Geneve. Thinking of you.
I drove a car. In France.
First-person perspective of impending death as we round the corner into Monaco.
And I only almost hit a mother/daughter pair once. Once! Fu*king. Amazing.
However, I had a bit of trouble in a little town called St. Jeanette. Remember that scene in Vacation where Clark Griswold and his family roadster are driving through St. Louis and get lost in East St. Louis? And it’s night time when they roll up to a bunch of negros (black folk) to ask for directions and heroically escape, minus a few car parts? ‘Member that? Well, my deal was nothing like that.
Rest assured me and my little Citroen sedan rental gave American drivers an inappropriately bad name. Between getting stuck on someone’s patio trying to negotiate an ‘S’ turn that clearly wasn’t designed for any cars larger than a tri-cycle, inadvertently taking an off-road trail with a 16% incline, knocking over a vegetable stand with my side-view mirror at the market (where cars don’t belong), and forcing a few pedestrians to butt-hump the wall as I inched my way down a cobblestone alley way, I’d highly recommend you stay out of France for a few. They ain’t too happy with us right now.
My bad.
The marina in Monte Carlo where I enjoyed a Panini and a coke.
Monaco's rendition of Adam & Eve. See Adam's little peter?
The veiw from my boss's terrace, looking off to the sea. Also the place where we got silly schlitzed off Belgium beer.
Dinner in Geneva with Hans and Rene. Authentically Switzerland except for the Korean wait staff. Made for a very confusing evening.
Sunset over Geneva.
Out on the boat on Lake Geneve. Thinking of you.
