Menton, Monaco & one photo

Are you intrigued by the title?

It is exactly that. I have only one photo from Menton and Monaco. Mom took it with her iPod Touch while we were spinning around a roundabout!

Please let me explain.

My mom is a fairly chilled-out kind of travellers. She is not at all obsessed about itinerary and also she is not very demanding. However, the way she is becomes a bit annoying when she decides to throw everything on my lap, typically saying ‘I’ll be happy to go wherever you choose and do whatever you want!’ Come on, mom. Won’t you help me with homework?

During our last year’s road trip, we visited Menton, a place which was right next to the France-Italy border and famous for their lemon.

‘Why don’t we drive to Menton first and then to Monaco and to Eze?’

Ok, I admit that I should have done more to find out about the place before we set off on A8 from Nice. I could have found out from the internet that Menton was a modern town, not a rustic commune like we imagined and their famous lemons were already harvested in the spring and therefore we wouldn’t be able to see them on the trees.

‘We don’t see anything to do with lemon, do we?’ Mom craned her neck to get a better view of our surroundings. Apart from the concrete lemon by the entrance of the town, we saw nothing to do with lemons!

It appeared that we were on Menton’s main thoroughfare but the weekend traffic was very heavy and all the roadside parking spaces were taken up by the locals. ‘Oh, this is not what I imagined!’, I scratched my head and mom laughed ruefully, ‘Oh well, it doesn’t matter.’

Eventually, Avenue de Sospel, on which we were travelling on, ended at the junction with Avenue Carnot, and we had to make a decision. ‘Mom, we are heading to Monaco now.’

Please don’t ask what we saw at Monaco.

Because we hardly saw anything other than road signs and endless underpasses!

It happened very quickly but I missed an exit at a roundabout near the city entrance and as a result, we ended up travelling on a one way system which led us away from the city.

‘We were in Monaco without seeing the place!’

The only thing we could do was to laugh at ourselves and learn from the mistake…

P.S. I’ve found a photo of subterranean Monaco from my photo album! Mom must have taken it while we were speeding away from the city…

LOL

Change of plan

I’ve decided to write about my “mother & daughter road trip” more intermittently.

Even though I do enjoy remembering about my precious time with my mother and writing it up really help to recall it in detail, sticking to it exclusively also has some cons, such as lacking spontaneity and making it more like a school essay. One should enjoy writing without any inhibition, right?

The entries may be short and the subjects may be trivial. Still, I should record them if I think they are worthy. At the end of the day, it’s my blog and I should do what I like with it!

You will see more of Bella as well…

Bella and I are at home since last Wednesday. I’ve been struck off with this horrible cold (lots of snot and chest clearly coughs) and she ends up being under house arrest because of me.

I miss a quiet meal time and a decent night sleep…

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So what has changed?

I am very sorry about neglecting my blog for a long time. I had been feeling guilty about it every single day but my mind was clouded by many unhappy news, domestic and international, and I was mainly living in the autopilot mode.

However, I re-examined my feeling towards the current climate after witnessing the screaming match between MPs in the House of Common. I realised my strong hostility towards the pro-Brexit voters, which I harboured since that fateful summer day, was not entirely a right thing.

During the past three years, I secretly hoped that one day we all would come to our senses and find a solution to this mess together. The solution to patch up the differences and rebuilt the nation as one. Sadly, my hope is dashed so far.

We should sit down together and talk properly and sincerely…

One Saturday afternoon, Hubbie and I had an early dinner at a pub in Dungeness. The pub had a large window and on a wall by the window, there was a large England flag displayed. As Hubbie ferried a glass of Diet Coke to our table, he shrugged his shoulder and muttered, ‘I bet they voted for the Brexit.’

Half way through dinner, I opened up to Hubbie, ‘This Brexit business is like a sectarian conflict, isn’t it? I don’t think it is ok to be like this.’ He looked up from the plate and nodded, ‘Yup, I agree.’

It can’t be right to scorn or discredit each other only because we don’t share the same opinion. However, feelings associated with the Brexit seem to be so raw and basic, and as a result, they bring out the strongest emotion amongst us.

This isles will turn to a no man’s land if we don’t find a solution…

Would it be ok for me to hate those diners, who sat by the England flag and tucked in their dinner, if they voted for the Brexit?

My answer is “No”.

It is true that we have our differences, but those differences should never be a border wall which separates us. Instead of shouting to each other and wagging fingers with hatred, can we approach calmly and discuss our differences in a civilised manner? A proper, constructive and sincere conversation is what we need.

Hate and scorn will never solve problems. But love and respect will. I will try to love my neighbour so why don’t you give it a go too?

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