Some evenings in life feel like they’re meant to become memories, and this one — a slow, golden-hour wander through Villa Borghese followed by a twilight entry into the Galleria Borghese  — is already stitched into my heart before I’ve even arrived. If you ask me, this is the perfect way to meet the Borghese: softened by a garden stroll, steadied by a breathtaking terrace view, and then swept into a world where marble turns to skin and myth turns to movement. I will cry, I’m

With Rome only a week away, I’ve been thinking a lot about how important it is not to postpone love, curiosity, or joy . Romance isn’t something we wait on—it’s something we offer ourselves, day by day. Life is far too precious to keep setting things aside, whether it’s a dream vacation, telling someone you love them, or showing yourself  that same tenderness. Intimate romance is lovely, of course… but I’ve learned that romancing ourselves is just as beautiful. It’s in the li

There is something about Italy that feels like it has been quietly calling my name for years. The art. The stone streets. The light that seems to glow even in photographs. And this March, I finally answer. Not in a rushed, checkbox sort of way. But slowly. Intentionally. With walking shoes, a medium suitcase, and a very open heart. Amalfi? She deserves ten days all her own — and she will have them. Just not this year. Portugal is waiting for me later this year, and Amalfi wil

Valentine’s Day makes me smile. Not because I believe February 14th holds some mystical claim on love. But because love — real love — is far more interesting than a holiday. This year, I am spending Valentine’s Day in a chapter I didn’t expect to last this long. My solo chapter. And here’s the truth: It is bringing me more peace… and more happiness… than I ever imagined it could. Do I long for someone to kiss? To reach for my hand across a table? To wrap his arm around me whi