admittedly i am a brat when it comes to traveling. call it manifest destiny, call it snobbery, i just hate traveling to the same place twice.
i feel the constant need to explore, uncover, and investigate.
that being said, when people bring up italy as a vacation spot i tend to shy away. i’ve done florence, i’ve done rome, i’ve done milan, and i’ve done venice (insert digital face slap here). and yes i recognize that italy is big country, but when it comes to europe there is so much more i rather see.
until now…
take a gander at villa laura. reinstating my italian desire one drawing room at a time.
near the annual tuscan sun summer festival, the space boasts sprawling grounds replete with rosebuds, a pool the practically begs to be swum in, ping pong, and a billiards room.
i mean…if this isn’t amore, i just don’t know what is. villa laura be still my heart.
