My story is very much "An America in Yorkshire." It's a comedy no-doubt, evidenced by almost daily things I come across that are unfamiliar or that what I believe to be so, but just ain't. I am continually entertained by this!
Years back, I lived in the UK on my own after I sold my interior design firm to run away and join the circus 🎪 or put another way, so I could move abroad to study Architecture. That year was spent in Belgravia, City of Westminster, Central London. My neighbours were VIPs of some kind or another, some were hereditary peers, titled aristocrats, or just filthy rich.
I lived in the basement apartment of the Irish-Persian family who made their money on property bought from similar VIPs who could no longer afford to maintain them. I loved the irony of it. As fascinating as it was being there, I kept to myself. One year's residency gets you exactly nowhere in London if you're on your own.
Yorkshire is better, but not drastically so. People are much more friendly, but they're not going to ask you for a drink or ask you to join them for a film. But then again, I don't mind that too much. I'm here to do my creative work, travel, and do Hive stuff. I'm perfectly content staying home to work, then go out for a meal, like today for #beersaturday.
The Palace was certainly bumpin' today, though I didn't know why. Then I heard a national anthem in Italian coming from the flat screen television positioned over the fireplace. It was easy to figure out it was Italy about to take to the field. I thought it might be Rugby, because 
In the lead photo above, I'm posing. Not just posing for the selfie, no. I'm posing that I'm drinking a Peroni. Last week's confession was that I don't drink beer. I asked the bartender to pour me a half-pint Inch's into a Peroni. No eye contact. I kept quiet. Then he grabbed the Italian pilsner-style glass and he slid a medium fermented apple juice down the bar in my direction.
Back near the TV, I watched to figure out who was the opposing team. It was hard to tell because the uniform covers didn't don a flag, but only giant Vodafone logos. It turns out, Italy 🇮🇹 was playing Ireland 🇮🇪 in the Six Nations Championship. 🤔
Now I understand that the Six Nations is a round-robin rugby union tournament. It is comprised of England, Scotland, Wales, France, Ireland, and Italy. Each team plays the other five once. The winner is determined by the most table points accumulated based on wins, draws, and bonus tries.
Now, I still don't know a thing about Rugby, but getting an idea of how a team goes about winning the Six Nations is enough to make me go back to The Palace, not just for my Chicken, Bacon, & Avocado Salad and "Peroni," but to actually watch the match alongside the fine folk of Yorkshire.
Tonight is my final evening as Guest Judge of the 
Here's my 14 HIVE Powered Up for 14 February!
Much love! 🥰
Alessandra
