After months of silence, I’m finally finding my voice.
You have to sit awkwardly across a table from a lot of frogs before you can finally find your prince (or princess).
After a year of hardship, I decided it was time for a change.
Walking around Catania felt like falling in love.
There’s no denying that Fall — rife with cinnamon, cloves, and campfires — is the most romantic of the seasons.
Because of that, I’ve been thinking often about love. Clarity and love.
When life isn’t fair and times get tough, I, more often than not, find my solace in Ernest Hemingway.
It was the middle of June and I was traveling with a broken heart.
The promise of adventure hung in the crisp summer air as I got into the back of a cab at Barcelona-El Prat Airport.
I fell in love with Gstaad, Switzerland the moment I set foot in it.