Sitting there, alone in a foreign country, far from my job and everyone I know, a feeling came over me. It was like remembering something I’d never known before or had always been waiting for, but I didn’t know what. Maybe it was something I’d forgotten or something I’ve been missing all my life.
All I can say is that I felt, at the same time, joy and sadness. But not too much sadness, because I felt alive. Yes, alive. That was the moment I fell in love with Paris. And I felt Paris fall in love with me.
Now that we’re back and settled in Barcelona, it’s given me thorough time to reflect back on our summer travels to the Amalfi Coast and essentially, how incredible Italy is. So incredible we decided to return again not too long ago to explore a different part, but more on that later. It might just be […]
Rome, ah the magical city that has enchanted my daydreams for just about as long as I can remember. Rome, and Italy as a whole, had pretty much been at the tippy top of Zach and I’s European Bucket List for just about as long as I could remember. The history, the food, the architecture, […]