August 25, 2022

Giglio you were everything I didn’t quite know I needed, and more

You were cathartic.

You were oh so golden.

You made me nostalgic for an estate italiana that I never even lived.

I’m certainly one to talk about the energy of a place, but I’m not like— always one to write about it. But the energy was magic.

Giglio is a place that held some kinda painful (but certainly no longer raw) stories for me and I wasn’t sure if I was gonna have feelings around it.

But instead, my goodness the energy. The people. The food. The company. My friends. My Italian family, in so many ways.

It was pure magic, golden hour, ‘dolce far niente’ energy. Giglio for me is what people want to experience when they go to Capri. It was familiar and sophisticated. A magnificent mash up of vintage Italian summer and wild rugged outdoors and a million Italians on August holiday and surreal parties and situations.

It was figs at the market every single day and to-go meals in aluminum tins. It was morning coffee with the hum of Italian chatter overlooking the beach as all the beach beds slowly fill up with bronzed bodies, wearing bathing suits that would’ve raised a few eyebrows in America. It was Campari spritz and peanuts. It was sand between your toes.

And that bright green water behind me? Y’all, it was as fresh and salty and perfect as it looks in this picture.

My summer is winding down but it’s not quite over yet. My goodness I’m holding onto every last drop