The Streets Where I Live….

This was the view from my first apartment; I was still spending much of my time in floods of tears but it felt easier to be miserable here (if you know what I mean)

I’d been here a few months and was lucky enough to have made some friends who took me white water rafting for the first time (awesome experience!). This was at the end of the day – we went up into the mountains and Oh My God!!!!

Lunch by the Sea. Why am I showing you this? It was December, a month when back in the UK, I would spend freezing my arse off and moaning incessantly about the weather

So this was me after the whole blonde episode sitting rather high up and overlooking the South coasts of both France and Italy. Can you notice the slight tension radiating from my entire being? I don’t like heights!

This is the view I have now: sea. I never grow tired of the sunsets or sunrises………

This was taken from the Villa Ephrussi De Rothschild in St Jean Cap Ferrat which is about 30 minutes drive from where I live; the views were stunning!

The tiny narrow streets of the beautiful Eze Village; real old world charm

Finally, overlooking my beloved Monaco, is my best friend without whom I probably wouldn’t have done or seen half of what I have since I arrived here. I’m so thankful to him and all my other friends for showing me that I can LIVE and not just exist.