My entire life I had felt a weird, strong pull to travel to Italy. I kept saying, “one day when I have someone to go with, I’ll go”. And then I waited. And waited. And waited.
Then it finally clicked – We only have so much time on this planet, right? So why was I wasting it by waiting for someone to go with? So that night – backed by a bottle of wine and a few tears – I did the scariest thing I could think of: I booked my first solo trip to Italy.
And it completely changed my life. (I know, it sounds cheesy, but stick with me)
I walked the streets where the Renaissance was born. Stood in the middle of ancient ruins. Swam in the Mediterranean Sea. Ate fantastic gelato. Ate terrible gelato. Drank wine in a sloping Tuscan vineyard. Gained a TON of confidence in my ability to handle unexpected hurdles and realized I was my own best company. And in true Lizzie McGuire fashion, I met a boy.
After a year of long-distance and one year in NYC together, we decided to make the move from NYC to Florence, Italy in January 2021. Through positivity, and humor, I found I loved sharing culture shocks, travel tips, life in Italy, and all the fun and interesting things I discover as an American living abroad – and I found that others loved learning about these things right alongside me.
From explaining why you won’t find “Pepperoni Pizza” and “Lattes” in Italy to sharing how to order a coffee, figure out the train system and find authentic gelato, my goal is to encourage and help you travel abroad by showing you the beauty of cultural differences, all the while reminding you that you are strong, deserving, and SO much more capable than you think you are.
Welcome – I’m so happy you’re here.
Breathtaking views, limoncello, and oh so many hills
Birthplace of the Renaissance and Michelangelos “nakey-davey”
Carnivale, Aperol Spritz’, and Gondola rides through the canals. Darn.
“Sing to me, Paolo”