home, to me, is not a place
it’s a feeling, an energy, an ocean
a person
home, to me, is not a place
it’s a feeling, an energy, an ocean
a person
A few years ago, Italy called, and I picked up.
I have been inside Rome’s colosseum, I have quite literally frolicked in Tuscany with a glass of Chianti classico in my hand, and I’ve spent an afternoon floating in blue water and under golden sunlight in Cinque Terre. [Kristen Gruidl, if you’re reading this, wow, I miss you and I miss these moments, in that order.]
I have also sat in one of those skinny gondola boats while an Italian man in a bright red striped shirt sang us sweet nothings and steered us down the canals of Venice. How could I forget?
This June, Italy was calling again and we answered on the first ring. Her name was Amalfi. Here are a few memories of our beautiful weekend with her.
Continue reading “Moments in the Amalfi Coast: Praiano, Positano, Capri”
As this dream slowly blooms into our reality and we get closer to the April 26, 2018 departure date, I know that I can work and live remotely around the world for a year. This is right for me. I just know.
Traveling to a new international city to live, experience, eat, drink and breathe the life of the locals are just perks of this decision I have made. What I find myself wanting to get out on [digital] paper is the why.