In the deep, dark depths of December, I received an inspirational email entitled “Monte Carlo Tennis” from one of my besties. She and two of her friends from college (or uni if you are of the British persuasion) had started batting around the idea of heading to Monaco for the Rolex Masters Men’s Tennis Tournament. So when they invited me along for the ride, I obviously said yes. In less than two hours we had booked flights, an Airbnb and tickets to the men’s quarter-finals (doubles) and center court for the singles and doubles finals…. it was the most efficient holiday booking EVER. Fast forward four months and we were raring to go!
Rookie mistake – buying the cheapest flights out of Luton airport…. so far from London, so far from where I live… 715am flight on a Thursday morning = up at 4am. One of the girls had some meetings so came a day later and that left just three musketeers to make the mad dash through security just in time to catch the plane.
Waking up to the sound of birds and rolling waves, with sun peeking through the shutters, was DIVINE. One of the beautiful girls made her way to the boulangerie to pick up breakfast, which we then ate in the sun… on our balcony… like in a movie.
Friday was our first of two tennis days. We met up at the country club with our fourth musketeer who flew in that morning and came straight to the tennis.
We had dinner (two nights in a row) at Le Piccadilly, which was a perfect little bistro with the most amazing tagliatelle carbonara and carpaccio. We indulged in the mousse au chocolate, which was to die for. Walking back along the beach to our little waterfront apartment made for an excellent ending to a perfect day of sunshine and tennis.
Saturday was a non-tennis day so we started out with gelato for breakfast and laying in sun on the beach.
As the sun set on our third day and the Sunday dread started to creep in, we kept our eyes on the prize of one more full day of sunshine and tennis. On Sunday morning we woke up to… gasp… clouds! We made our way to Monaco for the men’s doubles and singles finals. As soon as we walked on to the grounds of the country club, the heavens opened and it poured for almost an hour. The doubles game was delayed a bit but eventually the rain stopped and we were able to get to our seats for both games.
Our seats were great, the sun made an occasional appearance, the games were exciting, the Prince and Princess of Monaco graced us with their presence and we enjoyed the last few hours of our mini-vacay before heading to the airport to catch our (delayed) flight back to London. As can be expected, we decided to make this an annual pilgrimage of sorts – out of rainy, dreary London for a girls’ weekend in the South of France! Dates are already sorted and we have already started planning!