Dear Monaco,

Hey Monaco, you are seriously really small. But that doesn't stop you from charming your way right into my heart, does it? First of all you're a principality. I don't even really know what that means. I brought my passport with me on the bus from Nice, France, but I didn't need it in the end.

At first, I was really bummed that there was a demonstration parade that stopped the traffic into you the moment I arrived, but when I found out it was because you were hosting a carnival in the shadows of the yachts moored in your harbor, I instantly forgave you. It was really fun walking around and watching everyone have such a good time-you weren't as haughty as I thought you were going to be at all.

Also, thanks for having a really great Oceanographic Museum. I mean, I know it was run by the man Cousteau himself, and he kind of wrote the book on that stuff, but still...really great museum. The aquarium was cool, but I really loved the first floor exhibit rooms. I loved the way you kept it old school with rich wood and iron everywhere. The skeletons of the whales were killer and old diving suits-out of this world! It was "A Night at the Museum." Thanks also for making sure those 2 little sisters were in there at the same time as me. I felt just like they did, like I was seven again.

I feel like I'm gushing, but Monaco, I also wanted to thank you for keeping it classy with the Monte Carlo Casino. I'm sorry that I only got to see the outside, because you open at seven, but you are Monaco after all. 24/7 doesn't mean anything to you and I didn't want to wait an hour and a half.

Finally, I want to thank you for the perfectly placed statues of Grand Prix drivers. It's reassuring to know that you are in fact in Monaco when you turn a hairpin curve in a bus and see a copper champion in the median.

Yours always,
jason