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The northern stars of Italy, castles and churches perch prominently in the heart of the quaint towns and bustling cities. Changing in shape and colour as the sun sets and rises over them. They offer moments of respite, of faith, and of togetherness – unwavering in their presence. Marble structures and mosaics cover the walls and floors, each created with intention and precision for those committed to craft and communion. We search and revisit them to feel the familiarity of the universal language of life”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.