short bias slip

Behind the rolling hills of Tuscany nestles Siena. A lively Medieval marvel encircles the cobbled laneways and piazzas. Stores filled with treasures of tuscan ceramics and vibrant Palio Di Siena flags, a riot of colours catch the eye and draw you in. Each telling a story, embodying a purpose for pride and passion born in the streets of Siena.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.