The Christmas market in Monte Carlo, where the ferris wheel gives a new meaning to adventure.
Three day weekend thanks to the Sant’Ambrogio holiday means only one possible thing: time to escape the big city. I pack up my kids, their cousin and my sister-in-law in my Volvo, leaving behind the one person most dear to me. As we pulled away from the curb I wave and feel a tiny bit like crying. In the review mirror I catch the last glimpse as my nanny waves goodbye to us. We arrive to the South of France greeted by crystal blue skies and clean cold crisp air that lifts our spirits and put us in the holiday mood.
Saturday we drive to Monte Carlo to the Christmas Market in the port. Santa to the left, gigantic yachts to the right. Very Monte Carlo. We unload the kids and walk the entire length of the Christmas Market. There are rides, games, ice skating, popcorn, candy, there is even a stand being set up to take your picture with Santa. I ask the kids what they would like to do and they both look up in the air and point to the mile high ferris wheel that sits in the sky.
We take our places on the giant ferris wheel as it slowly starts to go around. Around and around it goes, and around, and around..after about 10 minutes and 25 rounds, I’m starting to get a bit worried. Where the heck is the ferris wheel guy? People waiting in line start to complain, we laugh nervously every time we go around and sort of shrug our shoulders as we pass. One of the dad’s standing in line decides to go and pound on the window and I don’t really know what happens after that because we have already taken our place high in the sky again. Me, with a smile plastered to my face so my kids don’t start to freak out, like it’s all part of the plan that we are on the never-ending ferris wheel ride from hell when all of a sudden my very quiet 6-year-old starts to yell in French ‘ça suffit!!!’, pardon, ‘ça suffit!!!!!!!’ then in Italian ‘Basta!!!!! per favore!!!!!’ and I look over at my four-year old son and see that he is starting to turn a bit green, and I am thinking that this is going to get really ugly in a minute when finally the ferris wheel Gods step in and I feel the motion slow down and finally come to a stop. We crawl off the thing and slither down the steps. I look at my kids and say in a really perky voice, ‘well that sure was an adventure, what should we go on now?’