Close your eyes and entice the senses, be swept away as you grace the grandiose chambers of the Hotel Villa Cora. Welcome to a gilded realm of old-world opulence where everything is art and true devotion is found in the details. Breathe in the boundless beauty, as love letters of fragrant florals, and golden flourishes capture your heart. Here, in Italy, I am vibrant and boundless. No plans, just possibilities. Every wrong turn is a detour in the right direction and every misstep is just more magic waiting to happen. In the backstreets of Rome, I scribble love notes to myself and the world on cobblestones and napkins. I unfurl beneath painted ceilings, flanked by flocks of doting cherubs. In Milan, I dance to street musicians playing my song and play the muse for poets and artists. My hair curls and crinkles fresh out of the Amalfi every morning. I leap from too-high rocks into the endless ocean and charm my way onto the backseat of a stranger’s vespa. From Ravello to Positano, to Capri and to Sorrento. An infinite loop of summer sensations. My Italy, Amore Mio.