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Nestled along the grand canal, a renaissance sanctuary where artists and romantics reside. Here at the Palazzo Venart Venice, unfolds a lesson in Venetian history and culture. Wall to window, floor to ceiling, layers of Renaissance frescoes and marble marvels. Gilded artworks and ostentatious company, pull up a seat, your negroni awaits. The grand piano plays and the night begins. Raise your glass to soul mates and staying out late.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.