Returning from a whirlwind weekend of the Amalfi Coast, I realize what abroad is. It’s taking cluttered group tours on charted boats and passing multi million dollar yachts, only to dream of who is inhabitating it, and what it would be like to be them. Champagne, villas, butlers.  (All things this blog has yet to bring me, thank you very much.)

I toured the island of Capri on Saturday. It was hands down the prettiest place I’ve ever seen in my life.  As I returned Sunday night, I was exhausted but satisfied by the once in a lifetime weekend I just had. I had passed multiple yachts on my tour of the grottos, dreaming of hopping on what and saying, “George, honey, I’m home!” Capri isn’t Lake Como, but just go with it, this is my dream, not yours. As I logged onto Instagram this morning, I saw that Violetta Komeshyan, a ballerina who is dating Ansel Elgort, was casually chartering a yacht in Capri on Saturday. I was on a boat with 100 other college students, 97 of which were throwing up, so it’s basically the same thing.

As I walked through the streets of Florence this morning I marveled at how well behaved Italian dogs are. Most aren’t even on leashes, and yet they just sit there, abiding to their owners every request. That’s when I realized that Florentine dogs are more well behaved than Florentine men.

Violetta Komeyshan, waking up to your Instagram was kind of like this realization.

Some people get yachts, some people get puke filled charter boats. And yet, Capri is still Capri, as you can see by this photo. Beauty isn’t in the boat, it’s what you’re floating on.