From the archives: this one goes all the way back to July 2017. It's still my most-loved Italy post ever, and re-reading my own caption โ "Is it cheesy to post this picture of myself? #ladolcevita #nofilterneeded" โ I have thoughts. Yes, 2017 Kristin, it was a little cheesy. And you know what? You were right to post it anyway. The case for getting lost Venice is the one city where getting lost
From the archives: this one goes back to September 2022, when Jake and I celebrated our fourth anniversary a little early on the Amalfi Coast. Some trips deserve a second telling. There are anniversary trips, and then there are anniversary trips โ the ones where you go somewhere so beautiful it feels like the place itself is in on the celebration. The Amalfi Coast in September was exactly that:
After a week of island time, Naples hits you like an espresso after a week of herbal tea โ loud, fast, gloriously chaotic, and exactly what you didn't know you needed. I'll be honest: Naples is not a gentle city. It's all scooters and shouting and laundry strung across narrow streets, and it makes no effort whatsoever to charm you the way the islands do. But that's the thing โ it doesn't have to.
I posted about San Montano with the caption "missing slow days," and I'm going to be honest: I'm still missing them. Our second Ischia stay was at San Montano Resort & Spa, up in the hills above Lacco Ameno, and if Mezzatorre was golden and glowing, San Montano was green and quiet โ the deep-exhale half of the trip. Pine trees, sea views from what felt like the top of the island, and a kind of
