I am actually writing from Andorra (which is not just a fictional place that exists on soap operas.) It's a tiny country between France and Spain in the Pyrenees mountains that serves as a tax-haven to the rich.
I plan to eat my weight in Andorran chocolate, buy a lot of tax-free booze, and I'll try not to die while snowboarding. For those of you who know me personally, you know I'm neither an athlete nor an outdoorsman in any way, shape or form. Don't worry, I have the hospital on speed-dial. Wish me luck!