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.

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.