Journal

Last month, I parked the van and left it behind for three weeks to explore Italy and Switzerland. Here's a glimpse into what it was like traveling with five other creatives through the Swiss Alps and Italian Dolomites - and the struggle to strike a balance between capturing beautiful moments vs being present for them.

Napoli isn't the sort of city you can just label and file away, It is beautiful. Infuriating. Confusing. Living here is like going down a rabbit hole of sorts, regardless of voluntarily immersion. Napoli doesn't house wallflowers. Quiet observation is simply not allowed. The people, the noise, the seasons, the chaos…you become involved.

Il bel far niente. The simple pleasure of doing nothing. Capri, Italy. Sans terre, without land or a home, which, therefore, in the good sense, will mean, having no particular home, but equally at home everywhere.

I don't exactly have a way with words, and first impressions are not my forte. As such, I am no stranger to customs and passport interrogations. Exiled to a front row of unoccupied chairs, I rolled out my suitcase and propped up my chucks - half expecting to be seated on a states-bound plane within the next 24 hours.

Living and working as a General Manager in Naples, Italy with this amazing crew <3

In southern Italy, you learn to slow down. You discover the subtle differences of espresso, lungo, macchiato and americano. You eventually give in and hang your underwear out to dry like your Italian neighbors and separate your trash into 14 different bins of labeled refuse.

The place looked as though it might be closed, but the door creaked open when I pushed inside. There seemed to be no one for miles; collected instead in the city by the bay, living complicated lives beneath the eaves of red ceramic tile.