Spending some time relaxing and exploring the island where I grew up, which I definitely appreciate more now that I live abroad. Places like this are definitely special.
Rome, you're always beautiful, but you're also really, really, really suffocatingly hot right now – so tomorrow I'm hopping on a plane and escaping for a while to somewhere where the weather forecast rarely ever touches 30 degrees Celsius... and certainly not 40! 🔥
I find chalkboard menus endlessly charming – to the point where I have an entire collection of photos on my computer and a big print of a menu, close-up, hanging on my living room wall. ⠀ ⠀ Bonus points to this menu, which is extra-charming thanks to the ivy backdrop. 😍🌿
Heading back to the city after a weekend away in a cooler, more relaxing place always feels just a little bit unpleasant. In fact, most people are heading away from, not towards the city – now that it's August, Rome is emptying out more and more every day as everyone flees the searingly-hot cobblestone streets for the beach or the mountains.
Hill towns in Italy are basically just a stairmaster packaged up to look all charming and trick you into thinking that you're not going to break a sweat going between the house (at the very, very bottom of the hill) and the coffee bar (at the top of the hill, of course).
It's Wednesday and I'm sleepy and my apartment feels hot and stuffy, so I can't think of anything remotely original to write for this caption. Although it would be nice to be sitting at a shady table in a little vine-draped piazza right now, wouldn't it?