When I think about my 2025, a few epic episodes come to mind: a 112-kilometer hike into Rome's verdant hills, experienced as Italy awakened from the cold. A morning dip in the Rhine River to escape the frenzy of Basel's hottest arts fair. A long-overdue week in Copenhagen, where I lived ten years ago, before it became the epitome of Scandi-cool. A 48-hour trip to the French capital as it shed its bronzed leaves and wrapped up in cotton candy fog. And then, the cherry on top: six days immersed in Venice's grandeur as its canals bathed in a rare moment of calm, visiting storied artisan workshops, and checking in and out of some of its most spectacular boltholes — from legendary hotels to palatial apartments rising tall from gardens tucked behind closed doors.
You may say it's no coincidence that all of the memories I remember most vividly from the last 12 months were memories I made during my travels, and you wouldn't be wrong. I am, after all, a lifestyle editor. But these aren't just impressions I picked up while on the go: they are stories waiting to be told. And I am not the only one to think so.
