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Most people plan Italy around landmarks. I plan food-focused trips a little differently. Not every itinerary needs to revolve around meals, but if food is something you care about—like me—it deserves more intention than just figuring it out when you’re hungry. The biggest mistake I see is people not planning for food at all. There’s this idea that you can just wander into any restaurant in Italy and have an incredible meal. Sometimes that happens, but a lot of the time—especi

Freshly baked golden focaccia cooling on a wire rack, showcasing its fluffy texture and light sprinkle of sea salt. Perfectly capturing the essence of homemade bread. I didn’t start making focaccia because I wanted to get into bread baking. I started making it because I missed Italy. When I was there, focaccia wasn’t something you planned—it was just part of the rhythm of the day. Something you grabbed from a bakery, tore into with your hands, and ate standing outside with a

Morning at Caffè Sansone in Naples. One of those small, everyday moments that ended up meaning the most. When I came back from spending a few months in Europe, I didn’t return with a long list of things I wanted to change. There wasn’t some dramatic reset or perfectly mapped-out plan waiting for me on the other side of it. What I came back with was quieter than that—a shift in how I think about my time, my work, and the way I move through my day. For most of my adult life, wo