When I was younger, I thought the best souvenirs were the ones I could tuck into my suitcase.

A hand-painted ceramic bowl from Italy.
A stack of vintage postcards from a Paris flea market.
A linen tea towel from a tiny shop whose name I've long since forgotten.

I still treasure those things. They remind me where I've been and, for a moment, transport me back to another place and time.

But over the years, I've realized the best souvenir I ever bring home isn't something I can hold in my hands.

It's the way travel changes how I see.

Some places leave an imprint on the heart.

Lake Como was one of them.

This week, I'm sharing the story of a creative journey through one of Italy's most beautiful corners—a week of ferry rides and flower-filled gardens, travel journals and Aperol Spritzes, ravioli-making and lakeside conversations.

Yet what stays with me most isn't the scenery, beautiful as it was.

It's the reminder that a meaningful life is built from moments we choose to notice.

I hope you'll pull up a chair, pour yourself something lovely, and come along with me to Lake Como.

Nice unfolds in light and color—where the sea, the streets, and the page begin to speak the same language. This travel journal explores a slower, more creative way of experiencing the French Riviera, where beauty isn’t chased, but gently received.