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Take a page out of the Italian rulebook and embrace la dolce vita. When the sun starts to set, it's aperitivo hour. Sip on a spritz at a local streetside spot, lined with tables adorned in vintage kitsch and colourful cloth. Gather friends, old and new, as the lively conversation starts and the melody of laughter carries you through rounds of drinks, then ready for dinner.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.