19/06/2026
The church bells pull me out of whatever I'm thinking about.
The smell from the bakery on the corner. The way the light hits the stone walls in the late afternoon.
I'm not always relaxed when I'm in Italy. I'm working. I have things on my mind like anyone does.
But Italy keeps interrupting me. In the best way.
It just makes it easier to stop. To look up. To come back to where I am.
That's honestly what I love most about being there.
What pulls you back into the moment when you're in Italy?