I’m in the midst of planning my next holiday and doing so is making me reminisce about all the stories I made during my last trip.
If it’s not obvious, this season I’m vibing black, gold, brown and a touch of denim.
While January was one of those months that seemed to last forever, February went by in the blink of an eye. Here are the things that got me through this hectic month.
The sixth sense.
I’m not going to lie – the past two years have kicked my ass.
A reminder of what makes us human.
All the small things I think of when I think of Barcelona.
So here’s my first attempt at becoming unstuck.
All the ways Rome ruined other cities for me (and how I became a snob).
Butterflies in the cradle of the Renaissance