“Italy isn’t just a destination—it’s a feeling that lingers long after the journey ends.”

It begins in Rome, as it always does-the Eternal City is packed with history, art, culture and people, lots and lots of them. From the Colosseum to the Vatican, from Piazza Navona to the Jewish Ghetto, every corner tells a story, every weathered building holds ancient secrets.

In Amalfi, each turn brings a view that begs to be photographed—lemon groves clinging to mountainsides, staircases carved into stone, churches glowing in late afternoon sun. Hilltop restaurants with the windows with a view.

Sorrento offers calm elegance, where evenings stretched out in piazzas and the scent of citrus hung thick in the air.

Cinque Terre 5 colorful villages cling to cliffs like colorful secrets. Five towns strung like pearls, each one stubborn, painted in colors that resist time. You drink local wine poured by hands that picked the grapes. You climb. You sweat. You see the world below, small and perfect

The pace quickens in Milan. The suits are sharper than the knives, and the women glide like smoke. But there is beauty in the angles—the glass, the steel, the sudden turn of a church spire. It is a city that doesn’t wait for you. You catch up, or you miss it. Then when your feet and legs say stop, it’s time to catch your ferry to Bellagio/Lake Como.

Tuscany is the exhale. Rolling hills, vinyards, and Renaissance cities like Florence and Siena. Here Bread is torn with fingers. Chianti passed between strangers who become family by the second bottle. It is green and gold and always almost evening.

This is Italy—not a place, but a fever. And once you’ve caught it, there is no cure.

Come read the rest on the blog. But don’t just read. Go find it. Go lose yourself. The road is waiting, and the wine is already poured. Rome is live, the rest is coming.