Spring is a delicate season. One that feels tender and sweet and almost fragile. Flavors and colors come on slowly, coaxing us gently out of a sepia toned winter haze and into a technicolor vision that has us wondering why we ever craved the cozy nights of winter. To me, that is the beauty of Mother Nature – She gently unfolds, enchanting us into new chapters of unique splendor with a promise of new adventure, a perfectly timed exodus of one season just as we begin to crave another. And right on cue, the gift of spring has arrived just as I was beginning to wonder why I ever claimed to love winter. A notion that I know will return in the autumn as I grow weary of the endless heat of summer. But for now, it is spring. And it is easy to fall in love with the quiet moments, the dawn of the season’s beauty and the promise of a world in full bloom. 

Little seaside tableaus, vibrant colors, unforgettable dinners and the sound of cicadas… These are the memories of an Italian summer, a hazy movie that plays endlessly in my heart.

This picturesque slice of Italian countryside with a beautiful Bed & Breakfast and the unbelievable charm of an ancient village will leave you enamored and absolutely head over heels with the Abruzzian hills.

Old Town Ibiza is sure to tantalize your soul with its beguiling and ancient cobblestone streets all bursting with quaint shops and idyllic sidewalk cafés.

My maximalism hotel dream

What I packed, where I ate and how I planned.

London at Christmastime might just be the most magical thing I have ever experienced.

Traveling for me is as much about the food as it is the sights, museums and shopping.