Italy: A Journey Worth Recalling

Italy lives in my memory like a vivid dream—sun-washed piazzas, the echo of church bells, the warmth of handmade pasta, and centuries of beauty carved into stone. I traveled there in December 2024, and though I’m back home now, the experience still lingers.

Each city I visited—Rome, Florence, Pisa—offered its own rhythm, even in winter. Crisp air, fewer crowds, and festive lights gave the trip a quieter, more intimate charm. Just before that, I had explored the icy landscapes of Iceland, where the northern lights danced above frozen ground. That trip was wild and otherworldly. Italy was grounded, rich, and full of soul.

This post is just the beginning. I’ll be adding more moments, reflections, and photos soon. For now, think of this as a postcard from memory—a glimpse into a trip that still warms me, even now.