Capri… 🍋 🌊 👙 One of the most stunning little islands I’ve ever had the pleasure of visiting. But she makes you work for it. Those viral videos of people lugging their luggage uphill over cobblestone? That was us. Worth every step. The water was intensely salty, vibrant in its deep blue, yet somehow crystal clear. And the gelato? Best I had in all of Italy. Will go back JUST to have it again. The lemon pasta was my favorite meal and was everything you’d hope an Italian island would deliver: bright, fresh, and light. Beyond the shopping, what I enjoyed most were meeting the people who worked the island. Many live elsewhere and arrive just for peak season, working long hours for four months straight, then returning home to rest or travel. I admire that rhythm. It felt intentional, hard work met with well-earned peace.
Capri… 🍋 🌊 👙 One of the most stunning little islands I’ve ever had the pleasure of visiting. But she makes you work for it. Those viral videos of people lugging their luggage uphill over cobblestone? That was us. Worth every step. The water was intensely salty, vibrant in its deep blue, yet somehow crystal clear. And the gelato? Best I had in all of Italy. Will go back JUST to have it again. The lemon pasta was my favorite meal and was everything you’d hope an Italian island would deliver: bright, fresh, and light. Beyond the shopping, what I enjoyed most were meeting the people who worked the island. Many live elsewhere and arrive just for peak season, working long hours for four months straight, then returning home to rest or travel. I admire that rhythm. It felt intentional, hard work met with well-earned peace.
Capri… 🍋 🌊 👙 One of the most stunning little islands I’ve ever had the pleasure of visiting. But she makes you work for it. Those viral videos of people lugging their luggage uphill over cobblestone? That was us. Worth every step. The water was intensely salty, vibrant in its deep blue, yet somehow crystal clear. And the gelato? Best I had in all of Italy. Will go back JUST to have it again. The lemon pasta was my favorite meal and was everything you’d hope an Italian island would deliver: bright, fresh, and light. Beyond the shopping, what I enjoyed most were meeting the people who worked the island. Many live elsewhere and arrive just for peak season, working long hours for four months straight, then returning home to rest or travel. I admire that rhythm. It felt intentional, hard work met with well-earned peace.
Capri… 🍋 🌊 👙 One of the most stunning little islands I’ve ever had the pleasure of visiting. But she makes you work for it. Those viral videos of people lugging their luggage uphill over cobblestone? That was us. Worth every step. The water was intensely salty, vibrant in its deep blue, yet somehow crystal clear. And the gelato? Best I had in all of Italy. Will go back JUST to have it again. The lemon pasta was my favorite meal and was everything you’d hope an Italian island would deliver: bright, fresh, and light. Beyond the shopping, what I enjoyed most were meeting the people who worked the island. Many live elsewhere and arrive just for peak season, working long hours for four months straight, then returning home to rest or travel. I admire that rhythm. It felt intentional, hard work met with well-earned peace.
Capri… 🍋 🌊 👙 One of the most stunning little islands I’ve ever had the pleasure of visiting. But she makes you work for it. Those viral videos of people lugging their luggage uphill over cobblestone? That was us. Worth every step. The water was intensely salty, vibrant in its deep blue, yet somehow crystal clear. And the gelato? Best I had in all of Italy. Will go back JUST to have it again. The lemon pasta was my favorite meal and was everything you’d hope an Italian island would deliver: bright, fresh, and light. Beyond the shopping, what I enjoyed most were meeting the people who worked the island. Many live elsewhere and arrive just for peak season, working long hours for four months straight, then returning home to rest or travel. I admire that rhythm. It felt intentional, hard work met with well-earned peace.
Capri… 🍋 🌊 👙 One of the most stunning little islands I’ve ever had the pleasure of visiting. But she makes you work for it. Those viral videos of people lugging their luggage uphill over cobblestone? That was us. Worth every step. The water was intensely salty, vibrant in its deep blue, yet somehow crystal clear. And the gelato? Best I had in all of Italy. Will go back JUST to have it again. The lemon pasta was my favorite meal and was everything you’d hope an Italian island would deliver: bright, fresh, and light. Beyond the shopping, what I enjoyed most were meeting the people who worked the island. Many live elsewhere and arrive just for peak season, working long hours for four months straight, then returning home to rest or travel. I admire that rhythm. It felt intentional, hard work met with well-earned peace.
Capri… 🍋 🌊 👙 One of the most stunning little islands I’ve ever had the pleasure of visiting. But she makes you work for it. Those viral videos of people lugging their luggage uphill over cobblestone? That was us. Worth every step. The water was intensely salty, vibrant in its deep blue, yet somehow crystal clear. And the gelato? Best I had in all of Italy. Will go back JUST to have it again. The lemon pasta was my favorite meal and was everything you’d hope an Italian island would deliver: bright, fresh, and light. Beyond the shopping, what I enjoyed most were meeting the people who worked the island. Many live elsewhere and arrive just for peak season, working long hours for four months straight, then returning home to rest or travel. I admire that rhythm. It felt intentional, hard work met with well-earned peace.
Capri… 🍋 🌊 👙 One of the most stunning little islands I’ve ever had the pleasure of visiting. But she makes you work for it. Those viral videos of people lugging their luggage uphill over cobblestone? That was us. Worth every step. The water was intensely salty, vibrant in its deep blue, yet somehow crystal clear. And the gelato? Best I had in all of Italy. Will go back JUST to have it again. The lemon pasta was my favorite meal and was everything you’d hope an Italian island would deliver: bright, fresh, and light. Beyond the shopping, what I enjoyed most were meeting the people who worked the island. Many live elsewhere and arrive just for peak season, working long hours for four months straight, then returning home to rest or travel. I admire that rhythm. It felt intentional, hard work met with well-earned peace.
Finally Florence… Delicate tones. My favorite tones. Diluted, but rich with depth and flavor. Beyond the palette, I respected the people of Florence most of all. Not particularly accommodating to tourism, but not cold either. They were assured in who they were, grounded in what they had, and generous enough to share it, just not perform it. The nightscape felt like what a city used to mean: a collection of buildings draped along a river, interconnected by bridges — not overwhelmed by substantial towers or architectural giants. As a Dora who loves exploring countryside over city terrain, it was the kind of city I could actually get behind. Walkable. Breezy. Alive. My senses weren’t assaulted by sirens or traffic or fluorescent noise. It moved easy, with a sultry pace. (Two parter)
Finally Florence… Delicate tones. My favorite tones. Diluted, but rich with depth and flavor. Beyond the palette, I respected the people of Florence most of all. Not particularly accommodating to tourism, but not cold either. They were assured in who they were, grounded in what they had, and generous enough to share it, just not perform it. The nightscape felt like what a city used to mean: a collection of buildings draped along a river, interconnected by bridges — not overwhelmed by substantial towers or architectural giants. As a Dora who loves exploring countryside over city terrain, it was the kind of city I could actually get behind. Walkable. Breezy. Alive. My senses weren’t assaulted by sirens or traffic or fluorescent noise. It moved easy, with a sultry pace. (Two parter)
Finally Florence… Delicate tones. My favorite tones. Diluted, but rich with depth and flavor. Beyond the palette, I respected the people of Florence most of all. Not particularly accommodating to tourism, but not cold either. They were assured in who they were, grounded in what they had, and generous enough to share it, just not perform it. The nightscape felt like what a city used to mean: a collection of buildings draped along a river, interconnected by bridges — not overwhelmed by substantial towers or architectural giants. As a Dora who loves exploring countryside over city terrain, it was the kind of city I could actually get behind. Walkable. Breezy. Alive. My senses weren’t assaulted by sirens or traffic or fluorescent noise. It moved easy, with a sultry pace. (Two parter)
Finally Florence… Delicate tones. My favorite tones. Diluted, but rich with depth and flavor. Beyond the palette, I respected the people of Florence most of all. Not particularly accommodating to tourism, but not cold either. They were assured in who they were, grounded in what they had, and generous enough to share it, just not perform it. The nightscape felt like what a city used to mean: a collection of buildings draped along a river, interconnected by bridges — not overwhelmed by substantial towers or architectural giants. As a Dora who loves exploring countryside over city terrain, it was the kind of city I could actually get behind. Walkable. Breezy. Alive. My senses weren’t assaulted by sirens or traffic or fluorescent noise. It moved easy, with a sultry pace. (Two parter)
Finally Florence… Delicate tones. My favorite tones. Diluted, but rich with depth and flavor. Beyond the palette, I respected the people of Florence most of all. Not particularly accommodating to tourism, but not cold either. They were assured in who they were, grounded in what they had, and generous enough to share it, just not perform it. The nightscape felt like what a city used to mean: a collection of buildings draped along a river, interconnected by bridges — not overwhelmed by substantial towers or architectural giants. As a Dora who loves exploring countryside over city terrain, it was the kind of city I could actually get behind. Walkable. Breezy. Alive. My senses weren’t assaulted by sirens or traffic or fluorescent noise. It moved easy, with a sultry pace. (Two parter)
Finally Florence… Delicate tones. My favorite tones. Diluted, but rich with depth and flavor. Beyond the palette, I respected the people of Florence most of all. Not particularly accommodating to tourism, but not cold either. They were assured in who they were, grounded in what they had, and generous enough to share it, just not perform it. The nightscape felt like what a city used to mean: a collection of buildings draped along a river, interconnected by bridges — not overwhelmed by substantial towers or architectural giants. As a Dora who loves exploring countryside over city terrain, it was the kind of city I could actually get behind. Walkable. Breezy. Alive. My senses weren’t assaulted by sirens or traffic or fluorescent noise. It moved easy, with a sultry pace. (Two parter)
Finally Florence… Delicate tones. My favorite tones. Diluted, but rich with depth and flavor. Beyond the palette, I respected the people of Florence most of all. Not particularly accommodating to tourism, but not cold either. They were assured in who they were, grounded in what they had, and generous enough to share it, just not perform it. The nightscape felt like what a city used to mean: a collection of buildings draped along a river, interconnected by bridges — not overwhelmed by substantial towers or architectural giants. As a Dora who loves exploring countryside over city terrain, it was the kind of city I could actually get behind. Walkable. Breezy. Alive. My senses weren’t assaulted by sirens or traffic or fluorescent noise. It moved easy, with a sultry pace. (Two parter)
Finally Florence… Delicate tones. My favorite tones. Diluted, but rich with depth and flavor. Beyond the palette, I respected the people of Florence most of all. Not particularly accommodating to tourism, but not cold either. They were assured in who they were, grounded in what they had, and generous enough to share it, just not perform it. The nightscape felt like what a city used to mean: a collection of buildings draped along a river, interconnected by bridges — not overwhelmed by substantial towers or architectural giants. As a Dora who loves exploring countryside over city terrain, it was the kind of city I could actually get behind. Walkable. Breezy. Alive. My senses weren’t assaulted by sirens or traffic or fluorescent noise. It moved easy, with a sultry pace. (Two parter)
Finally Florence… Delicate tones. My favorite tones. Diluted, but rich with depth and flavor. Beyond the palette, I respected the people of Florence most of all. Not particularly accommodating to tourism, but not cold either. They were assured in who they were, grounded in what they had, and generous enough to share it, just not perform it. The nightscape felt like what a city used to mean: a collection of buildings draped along a river, interconnected by bridges — not overwhelmed by substantial towers or architectural giants. As a Dora who loves exploring countryside over city terrain, it was the kind of city I could actually get behind. Walkable. Breezy. Alive. My senses weren’t assaulted by sirens or traffic or fluorescent noise. It moved easy, with a sultry pace. (Two parter)
Finally Florence… Delicate tones. My favorite tones. Diluted, but rich with depth and flavor. Beyond the palette, I respected the people of Florence most of all. Not particularly accommodating to tourism, but not cold either. They were assured in who they were, grounded in what they had, and generous enough to share it, just not perform it. The nightscape felt like what a city used to mean: a collection of buildings draped along a river, interconnected by bridges — not overwhelmed by substantial towers or architectural giants. As a Dora who loves exploring countryside over city terrain, it was the kind of city I could actually get behind. Walkable. Breezy. Alive. My senses weren’t assaulted by sirens or traffic or fluorescent noise. It moved easy, with a sultry pace. (Two parter)
Finally Florence… Delicate tones. My favorite tones. Diluted, but rich with depth and flavor. Beyond the palette, I respected the people of Florence most of all. Not particularly accommodating to tourism, but not cold either. They were assured in who they were, grounded in what they had, and generous enough to share it, just not perform it. The nightscape felt like what a city used to mean: a collection of buildings draped along a river, interconnected by bridges — not overwhelmed by substantial towers or architectural giants. As a Dora who loves exploring countryside over city terrain, it was the kind of city I could actually get behind. Walkable. Breezy. Alive. My senses weren’t assaulted by sirens or traffic or fluorescent noise. It moved easy, with a sultry pace. (Two parter)
Finally Florence… Delicate tones. My favorite tones. Diluted, but rich with depth and flavor. Beyond the palette, I respected the people of Florence most of all. Not particularly accommodating to tourism, but not cold either. They were assured in who they were, grounded in what they had, and generous enough to share it, just not perform it. The nightscape felt like what a city used to mean: a collection of buildings draped along a river, interconnected by bridges — not overwhelmed by substantial towers or architectural giants. As a Dora who loves exploring countryside over city terrain, it was the kind of city I could actually get behind. Walkable. Breezy. Alive. My senses weren’t assaulted by sirens or traffic or fluorescent noise. It moved easy, with a sultry pace. (Two parter)
Finally Florence… Delicate tones. My favorite tones. Diluted, but rich with depth and flavor. Beyond the palette, I respected the people of Florence most of all. Not particularly accommodating to tourism, but not cold either. They were assured in who they were, grounded in what they had, and generous enough to share it, just not perform it. The nightscape felt like what a city used to mean: a collection of buildings draped along a river, interconnected by bridges — not overwhelmed by substantial towers or architectural giants. As a Dora who loves exploring countryside over city terrain, it was the kind of city I could actually get behind. Walkable. Breezy. Alive. My senses weren’t assaulted by sirens or traffic or fluorescent noise. It moved easy, with a sultry pace. (Two parter)
Finally Florence… Delicate tones. My favorite tones. Diluted, but rich with depth and flavor. Beyond the palette, I respected the people of Florence most of all. Not particularly accommodating to tourism, but not cold either. They were assured in who they were, grounded in what they had, and generous enough to share it, just not perform it. The nightscape felt like what a city used to mean: a collection of buildings draped along a river, interconnected by bridges — not overwhelmed by substantial towers or architectural giants. As a Dora who loves exploring countryside over city terrain, it was the kind of city I could actually get behind. Walkable. Breezy. Alive. My senses weren’t assaulted by sirens or traffic or fluorescent noise. It moved easy, with a sultry pace. (Two parter)
Gloomy days call for art-filled escapes. Thank you @gettymuseum for the perfect blend of art, architecture, nature, and some new journals from the #gettymuseumstore to keep the inspiration flowing. 🤍✨ @jeremiahlazo 📸✨
Gloomy days call for art-filled escapes. Thank you @gettymuseum for the perfect blend of art, architecture, nature, and some new journals from the #gettymuseumstore to keep the inspiration flowing. 🤍✨ @jeremiahlazo 📸✨
