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Meander through the winding cobblestone streets lined in fragrant floral and citrus perfume. As you make your way higher to vista views, stop to admire the intricate tile work and artisanal details tucked into every corner and revealed in every turn. A place unlike any other, surrender as you let the shimmering facets of the precious Amalfi jewel enchant you.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.