Written Luv Letters

Six days, two cities, and more chaos than any study trip should legally allow. From empty squares in Venice to rooftop Spritz moments in Milan, this week somehow balanced company visits with gondolas, fashion, and a touch of unexpected magic. It wasn’t just a trip, it was a blur of laughter, little adventures, and moments that felt almost too unreal to be true.

From final exams straight into ski boots, because nothing says balance like swapping library stress for frozen fingers and après-ski playlists. Christmas in Gerlos was less about kilometres on the slopes and more about friends who feel like family, long lunches in the sun, dancing in ski boots, and songs that are now permanently stuck in my head. Skiing was the excuse, laughter was the constant, and somehow it was exactly what I needed.

Two months, countless sunsets, and more trips to Ikea than I’d like to admit; that’s how my Monégasque Indian Summer began. Between lemon-scented days in Menton, psychic proposals in Èze, and sober nights at Jimmy’z, I somehow found myself calling the French Riviera home.

From dodging fire doors in the Eurotunnel to cheering from the iconic Landostand, this was my very first full Formula 1 weekend, and what a ride it was! Four girls, one SUV, 500 blurry photos, and enough laughs (and sunburns) to last a lifetime. Between Lando’s win, Hulkenberg’s long-awaited podium, and an accidental mocha shower, Silverstone delivered history, chaos, and a surprise dose of existential friendship feels.