Written Luv Letters

A summer spent drifting south — from concert halls in London to turquoise bays in Sardinia, stormy seas in Portofino, safari roads in Kruger and rugby pubs in Johannesburg. Somewhere between yachts, rainy mountains, girl-math bathroom queues and far too many flights, I found myself falling a little more in love with the souths of the world — and especially with one country I seem to keep finding my way back to.

A final luv letter to Monaco, the place that gave me ten months of chaos, glamour, friendships, presentations, Spritzes, karaoke, Grand Prix madness, and more memories than I could have imagined. It was never fully my forever place, but it became exactly where I needed to be this year.

2025 didn’t stand still for a second. From safaris to Formula 1 cars, Monaco winters to quiet roads in Africa, this year was a constant shift of places, people, and perspectives. A Luv Letter to the year that reminded me why I travel.

Three days, three castles, and one barking dog later, we finally made it back to our yellow house on the Côte d’Azur. This summer was less about luxury and more about laughter, routines, and feeling at home; barefoot puddle walks in St. Tropez, tacos gone wild, fireworks over Cannes, and a glimpse of my future life in France.

This is a letter to Lyon as an exchange student. Many fun and weird stories about school and trips that we took!