I’m again from a dreamy week and a half in Italy with my finest pal, Kristina. Actually, I want you would have been there. The excellent news is that each my dairy-induced breakouts and tendency to say “grazie mille” on the finish of each dialog have now pale. The dangerous information is that the one whirlwind Italian romance I skilled was with Olio e Osso No. 5, and I was the clingy companion.
We began our journey in Bellagio (most likely named after the resort in Vegas), and stayed in an Airbnb that fulfilled our solely requirement (having a terrace). I misplaced observe of the times as a result of each went precisely like this: morning gelato, stunning villa tour, pasta for lunch, terrace studying, dinner pasta, night gelato. And repeat. It was a way of life totally well worth the lactose drugs I needed to carry in my bag. When you’re solely right here for a day, take the ferry to Lenno and go to Villa del Balbianello—it’s so intricate, stuffed with historical past, and can make you’re feeling such as you’re in a Taylor Swift music video.
After Bellagio we re-packed our “Warning: Heavy”-tagged luggage and drove an hour to our subsequent cease, Villa d’Este. I might (and infrequently do) spend hours on thesaurus.com, however I nonetheless wouldn’t have the ability to discover the phrases to explain this place. It’s ethereal and alluring and, had there not been different individuals there, I might have spent my days working across the grounds in a large ball robe. As a result of there had been different individuals there, I sprawled out on a lounge chair by the lake, studying The Value of Dwelling and creating a dependency on lemon soda, as a substitute. Not a foul plan B. What I cherished most about our time at Villa d’Este was that we spent our days in simply Supergoop sunscreen, some Boy Forehead, and tinted lip balm… However as soon as 7 PM hit, we turned our personal glam group to prepare for a 9 o’clock dinner. Discovering the right playlist (should embrace “Excellent Day” by Hoku), attempting a brand new make-up look on a whim, reaching for micellar water to wipe it off minutes after, asking your pal in the event that they occurred to convey the eyelash roller you managed to neglect… It made me really feel sixteen once more. I actually missed the efficiency of Getting Prepared™.
After a fast argument over whether or not we must always give up our jobs and keep at Villa d’Este eternally, we reluctantly re-re-packed and headed to the ultimate leg of our journey. Right here’s what they inform you about staying in a 14th century castle-turned-bed-and-breakfast: it’s magical and delightful and feels straight out of a dream. True! Right here’s what they don’t inform you: it will get very scorching within the summertime, there are just a few too many creepy work, and there’s no filtration system within the pool so swim caps are obligatory. I didn’t embrace a photograph of me carrying my swim cap right here, for everybody’s profit. However, we had a good time. There was extra balcony studying (Thanks for Ready by Doree Shafrir this time) and frolicking in clothes—excellent actions in my guide.
With an enormous hug (I’m a Most cancers!) and a final minute supply to revisit the quit-our-jobs-and-stay-here-forever plan, Kristina and I mentioned our goodbyes at Milan Linate Airport. She went off to Croatia and I returned to Paris to complete off my European summer season and spend yet another paycheck at Citypharma. Any ideas on what I can purchase?
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