Italy was one for the books. We started in Rome, wandering cobblestone streets lined with history that didn’t even feel real. The Colosseum towering over us, gelato runs, pizza that somehow tasted better than anywhere else… it felt like stepping straight into a dream.

Then we made our way down to the Amalfi Coast, and that’s where everything shifted into pure magic. We rented mopeds and flew around those cliffside roads, the wind in our hair, the sea stretching endlessly below. Every corner revealed another postcard view — tiny villages tucked into the mountains, the kind of scenery that makes you stop mid-sentence just to take it in.

The moment that will stay with me forever was on the water. We rented a boat and headed out as the sun began to drop. I found myself sitting on the front, legs dangling down, watching the light dance across the bluest ocean water I’d ever seen. The sun melted into the horizon, salt air in my lungs, laughter behind me from people I had only met two days earlier. And yet, it felt like we’d known each other forever.

That’s the beauty of travel — it strips everything back. You realize connection doesn’t take years; sometimes it just takes a shared adventure, a sunset, and the courage to say yes to the unknown. Italy reminded me that the best memories aren’t always planned. They happen when you let go and let life unfold. And still, I know I’ve only scratched the surface… there’s so much more to Italy left to explore.