Madeline in Prague

Madeline's travel blog

  • Madeline in Prague: A Reflection on the Best 8 Weeks

    I aspire to work in fashion and lifestyle PR. Before this summer, my “why” was simple: I gravitated toward the creativity of fashion and wanted to be part of a brand’s storytelling process. Fashion has always been one of the ways I express myself, and the brands I admire have played a role in shaping that. Because of this, fashion PR always felt like the perfect combination of my personal interests and professional goals.

    It had been a longtime dream of mine to gain experience in fashion PR. I wanted to see whether it was anything like I had imagined, thanks in part to a few too many early-2000s rom-coms. However, as The Devil Wears Prada 2 points out, the fashion communications industry has changed a lot since 2006. By interning with Friendly Friends this summer, I was able to gain not only a global perspective on the fashion industry but also a much better understanding of what working in fashion and lifestyle PR actually looks like.

    One of the biggest surprises was how much of my work centered around event planning, influencer marketing, and reporting. I was fortunate enough to see events at nearly every stage of the process. Sometimes I researched venues that aligned with an event concept, and other times I helped set up the event itself and watched everything unfold in real time. It was fascinating to realize just how much work goes into planning an event that might only last four hours. Then, once it’s over, the work isn’t actually finished. The next step is reporting.

    I had learned about campaign reporting in my PR classes, but seeing it happen after a real event made the process much more tangible. I often gathered influencer metrics, tracking engagement and reach to help communicate the success of a campaign. It was rewarding to see how data supports the creative work behind an event.

    One of the biggest lessons I took away is that PR – regardless of the industry – is ultimately about reputation management. That responsibility never really stops. Thanks to social media, consumers can constantly check in on what their favorite brands are doing, and it was eye-opening to see how that plays out in the Czech and Slovak markets. Like the United States, there is a strong focus on reaching Gen Z audiences. I enjoyed following Czech influencers and noticed that, while their content often felt familiar, trends arrived at different times and sometimes looked a little different. It reminded me that effective communication often follows the same principles, even when cultures and languages differ.

    Something I really love about PR is that every day is different. There is simply no excuse to be bored when every project brings a new challenge.

    One week I was selecting pieces from a client’s collection to feature in the showroom dedicated to that client, which was easily one of my favorite tasks because I could be fashionably creative. The next, I sat down with the agency owner and a PR specialist to discuss fashion and lifestyle communications and how the agency navigates client relationships. I reorganized showrooms so they were stylist-ready, researched influencers to curate personalized seedings, and prepared products to be sent to creators. Every day looked different, and that variety only reinforced how much I enjoy this field.

    Before this internship, I had no idea an influencer seeding was essentially a PR package. Now, I have experience helping design and assemble them. I learned just how much strategy goes into creating a package that feels unique while still reflecting a brand’s campaign and identity. It’s about more than just putting products in a box. It’s about creating an experience that represents the brand before the influencer even opens it.

    I also sharpened my design skills by adapting English brand fact sheets into Czech and Slovak versions. While I still can’t understand Czech beyond greetings and a few transition words like tak, I found it fascinating to see how different languages affect design layouts. Even when the visual identity stays the same, language changes the way information fits on a page. It was a reminder that design is just as much about communication as it is about aesthetics.

    I felt like I really thrived in this creative environment. In fact, the moment it really clicked that I do want to work in fashion PR – and that the job kind of does feel like the movies – was during one of our client’s events at the Karlovy Vary Film Festival (KVFF). I was working in the showroom, doing the very glamorous task of zipping up red-carpet dresses. As I stood there, I thought about everything the agency had done to prepare for the event. Earlier, I had sat down with the team as they walked me through the logistics and planning behind it all. Watching everything come together, I had a simple thought: Yes. This is what I love. The intersection of fashion and culture? That’s exactly where I want to be.

    One of my last tasks during the internship was reporting on the media coverage from that same event. It was incredibly rewarding to see publications I had admired writing about the event and our client. It felt like the perfect full-circle moment.

    Every day I was excited to contribute to campaigns for beauty and fashion brands that I genuinely admired. Now that I’ve worked behind the scenes on campaigns and influencer seedings, I find myself paying much closer attention to the brands I follow back home. When I see an influencer unboxing a PR package now, I’ll think about the creatives who developed the concept – and probably the interns who carefully packed every item inside.

    This internship also gave me confidence in how I describe my own experience. During the professional development seminar that accompanied my internship, I learned the importance of communicating your “hook” – the experience or quality that makes you memorable – instead of trying to tell your entire life story. I realized I could describe my journey like this: I have local agency experience from my internship at McNeely Brockman PR in Nashville, leadership agency experience as the Agency Director of The Orange Room at the University of Tennessee, and now global experience in fashion and lifestyle PR with Friendly Friends in Prague, Czech Republic. That’s a combination I never imagined having this early in my career, and it makes me excited about what’s next.

    Beyond the professional experience, I learned how to adapt to a new work culture. While the Czech PR industry shared similarities with the United States, such as long workdays and quick lunch breaks, I quickly noticed differences in communication. Czech culture values directness. Feedback was simple, and sometimes there wasn’t much of it at all. Critiques were straightforward. In the United States, we often say, “You did great, but…” In Prague, they simply say, “Can you change this sentence?” There was no sugarcoating, just clarity. At first, it took some adjusting, but I came to appreciate how efficient and objective that communication style could be.

    I also noticed my relationships with my coworkers naturally evolved over time. From the beginning, everyone was kind, but conversations tended to stay brief. As the internship progressed, though, we had thoughtful conversations about American culture – my coworkers were particularly amused by the concept of SEC Greek life and baffled by the size of Neyland Stadium – and I learned more about Czech culture in return.

    I came to understand that Czechs often take longer to warm up to people, which also explains the lack of smiling at strangers. Watching my coworkers gradually become more open and conversational was genuinely heartwarming. It made me realize that, in American culture, we’re often used to rapid-fire introductions that can sometimes feel surface-level. The Czech approach felt rooted in authenticity, and I grew to appreciate that.

    All that to say, I will always keep smiling!

    Outside of the office, I found myself connecting with Prague just as much as I connected with my internship. I spent many weekends wandering through neighborhoods, stumbling upon cozy cafés and vintage shops (no surprise there). I fell in love with the architecture and often felt like I was walking through a storybook. Those weekends helped me realize that studying or working abroad is about learning to navigate unfamiliar places, embracing different cultures, and finding pieces of yourself along the way. They told us on the first day to “get lost in Prague.” Looking back, I’m glad I did.

    My experience in Prague was both transformative and reassuring. It confirmed that I do want to pursue a career in fashion and lifestyle PR, but it also expanded my perspective on what that career could look like. My supervisor gave me one piece of advice that has stayed with me: don’t become so focused on your dream that you overlook unexpected opportunities. While I still see fashion PR in my future, I’ve learned to never say never. Sometimes the opportunities you never planned for are simply different paths leading you exactly where you’re meant to be. A year ago, I had no idea that interning in Prague was even a possibility. Now, I can’t help but wonder what opportunity I’ll never see coming next.

    Ahoj Friends!

  • Thrifting in Prague: A Slow Burn Romance

    Vintage shopping and thrifting are a passion of mine. My advice? Always go to the thrift store assuming you won’t find anything. Those are the days you end up striking gold. I don’t know if it’s reverse psychology or simply the element of surprise, but somehow it always seems to work.

    After leaving behind the incredible vintage scene in Vienna’s 7th District, I was eager to discover what treasures Prague had to offer. During my first few weeks, though, I had no luck. I visited stores recommended on Google Maps and even did some TikTok research. While I found plenty of shops, many felt overly curated, and some of the prices seemed a bit steep.

    I reached a point where I thought, Maybe Prague just doesn’t have the best vintage scene. Still, I wasn’t ready to give up. One day after work, I was walking through my neighborhood, Vinohrady, and stumbled upon a secondhand shop. It wasn’t curated – it was just a good old-fashioned thrift store. I slowly worked my way through each rack, and that’s when Prague seemed to answer me back: You just haven’t found the right places yet.

    There they were: the most darling low-rise red checkered shorts. I tried them on, and they fit perfectly. Best of all? They cost just 99 CZK (about $5 USD).

    With a renewed sense of optimism, I left determined to keep searching for the city’s best vintage spots. I asked my coworkers for recommendations and even befriended a stylish waitress who shared a list of her favorite stores.

    Now that I’ve officially hit the eight-week mark in my Prague internship, I can confidently say I’ve thrifted some of the coolest pieces I’ve ever owned. If you’re looking for curated vintage in Prague, these are my top recommendations.

    Vintage Avenue

    Every time I’ve visited Vintage Avenue, I’ve found something I love. It’s an adorable collection of Y2K gems, from statement tops to timeless basics.

    One of my favorite finds was the perfect white top with cap sleeves and a charming high neckline. It’s versatile enough for my internship while still being easy to style casually on the weekends. I also found a sheer black top with a red floral motif that layers perfectly over a black tank.

    Most recently, I thrifted two darling denim skirts. One is a light-wash mini skirt with three tiny buttons along the hem, a small detail that gives an otherwise simple skirt so much personality. The other, and love at first sight, is a midi denim skirt featuring embroidered flowers cascading down one side. I already know it’ll become a year-round staple. Paired with burgundy knee-high boots in the fall? Perfect. Styled with red ballet flats and a white tank in the summer? Equally effortless.

    Overall, I absolutely love this shop. Located in Prague 3 rather than the city center, it offers carefully curated pieces that feel special. Prices are comparable to curated vintage stores in the U.S., with most items falling between $15 and $30 USD.

    Vintage Shop

    The name may not be particularly creative, but don’t let that fool you. If you’re someone who enjoys pairing a matcha (or coffee) run with a thrift trip, this place is for you.

    Located in Prague 7’s Holešovice neighborhood, it’s conveniently close to Supernova Bakehouse – home to my second-favorite matcha in Prague (get the earl grey!).

    The moment I walked in, my eyes landed on an ethereal orange beaded dress. It was hanging on a separate rack, so I assumed it wasn’t for sale. With a disappointed sigh, I continued browsing, hoping I’d find something else.

    Thankfully, I did.

    First came a pair of low-rise denim capris. If you know me, you know my love for capris. They’re perfect for transitional weather, and I’d been searching for a denim pair for ages. Next, I found a beautiful pink floral silk blouse with satin trim along the neckline. The sleeves flare softly at the shoulders, giving it the whimsical, fairy-like feel that I can’t resist.

    I was perfectly content with those finds until I spotted the orange dress again. This time, I realized it had simply been placed on the rack for tried-on items. I slipped it on, and it truly felt like it had been waiting for me.

    For years, I’ve dreamed of owning a Durhy dress – a highly coveted vintage brand among Depop enthusiasts. I couldn’t believe I had found one. The colorful patterns were vibrant, the beadwork and sequins were beautifully intricate, and it fit like it had been made for me.

    The best part? It cost only $20 USD.

    On top of that price, each piece was made from natural fibers like cotton, silk, and viscose rather than today’s polyester-heavy fabrics.

    Without a doubt, this was the best thrift haul I’ve ever had.

    There are certainly other curated vintage stores in Prague worth exploring, but these two stood out above the rest. If you’re visiting Prague, I highly recommend asking locals for recommendations. Whether you’re searching for restaurants, shopping, or sightseeing tips, they almost always know the hidden gems.

    I’m excited to wear these pieces for years to come – not only because they’re stunning and my personal style, but because each one carries memories of thrifting with friends in Prague. They’ll continue to collect new memories wherever I wear them next, but giving them a second life in Prague feels like the perfect beginning.

    Ahoj Friends!

  • Prague Bites: I’m Having So Matcha Fun!

    My favorite color is green. Matcha green. I’m talking about that perfect, deep grassy shade that means the matcha has been made just right: not too milky, quality matcha, hand-whisked to perfection.

    I have had an intense matcha craving throughout my internship, likely because I am reaching a state of caffeine reliance in my everyday routine. After all, communications it-girls tend to be caffeinated and creative (#workhardplayhard). All that to say, I have tried a lot of matchas – and, to be transparent, my pockets have felt the consequences. I just love them too matcha!

    And, of course, I love a good matcha selfie!

    These selfies are proof that I have taken my Prague matcha research very seriously. Extensive taste-testing has helped me narrow it down to my top three!

    #3: Sensu Cafe

    Coming in at number three is Sensu Cafe. The experience feels authentic, and you can immediately tell that they take their matcha seriously. I ordered the mango matcha with coconut milk, and it was the perfect balance of creamy, fruity and earthy. It was not too sweet, and the matcha actually held its own against the competing flavors of creamy coconut milk and fresh mango purée.

    The matcha itself was a gorgeous grassy green and did not disappoint. I also enjoyed an Earl Grey cake with my order. While I would say the dessert leaned more citrusy to complement the bergamot in the Earl Grey, it was still a lovely confection.

    One thing to note about Sensu is its location. It is outside of the picture-perfect Prague that you might imagine when visiting the city. In fact, my roommates and I couldn’t help but feel like we had somehow been transported to an ambiguous area of the United States. There was construction, modern architecture and a very different atmosphere from the historic center.

    Overall, I would recommend Sensu to anyone looking for a solid, quality matcha and an experience that feels a little different from the typical Prague café scene.

    #2: Supernova Bakehouse

    At number two, and this one was an experience, we have Supernova Bakehouse’s Prague 7 location in Holešovice.

    Why this specific location, you might ask? Because of their brunch!

    Imagine this: an Earl Grey matcha that is sweet, but balanced, with the umami earthiness of matcha and a touch of bergamot. Personally, I could have gone for even more bergamot, but it was still delicious.

    In addition to this fabulous matcha, my roommates and I feasted on a super brunch. The spread featured eggs that were fluffy and scrambled to perfection, two sausages that were hearty and packed with flavor, sliced Gouda cheese, a light side salad tossed in a Dijon vinaigrette, herbed garlic butter (the best ever), and three pieces of toast with strawberry jam.

    Every bite seemed to have its own perfect combination of flavors. Then came a sip of that matcha. So good.

    And here is my recommendation: matcha + brunch + thrifting. Stay tuned for one of the best vintage stores in Prague, which happens to be nearby! Make a morning of it, grab brunch at Supernova, order the matcha, and then go treasure hunting through the vintage shops of Holešovice.

    #1: Matcha Koncept

    And finally, my number one – and by far my most-visited – matcha spot in Prague: Matcha Koncept.

    This is it.

    Their matcha is high quality, and their flavors are top tier. Lavender, mango, Earl Grey, Jasmin Cloud… the list goes on. The location is also very centrally located and easy to get to from the Prague center, which makes it an easy stop whether you are exploring the city or just need a little pick-me-up.

    I frequent Matcha Koncept when I get off work early – or when I can challenge myself to leave my apartment a little earlier and grab a matcha before work.

    While the other two places I mentioned serve delicious matcha, I have to say that Matcha Koncept does it right every time. Not too sweet, not too bitter. Just right. It has that umami, grassy flavor I look for in a good matcha, while still pairing decadently with their homemade syrups.

    They also have plenty of milk alternatives, and as an almond girly, I really appreciate that!

    So… Is Prague a Matcha City?

    Overall, if you are in Prague and you are a matcha lover, the good news is that you are covered. Whether you want an authentic matcha experience, a full brunch spread or a sweet pick-me-up before work, there is a spot for you.

    And since I have just a little over a week left in my internship, best believe I am ready for matcha more (enough matcha puns?)!

    Sensu Cafe
    Supernova Bakehouse
    The Matcha Koncept

  • Living Like a Local, Learning Like a Tourist

    If you know me, you know I am a smiley person. I am from the South, where smiling at strangers and making small talk are part of everyday life. You go to the grocery store, smile, and ask, “How are you today?” As you walk down the street, you pass strangers with a smile and a warm “hi.” It’s simply our norm.

    So, when I did my pre-departure research on cultural norms in Prague, I was preparing myself for a summer of poker face. Or, as Gen Z would say – and here’s some Gen Z slang for you – a summer of Slavic mogging, which basically means serving model face with no smile. I quickly learned that Czechs generally view smiles from strangers as unusual. The thinking is simple: I don’t know you. Why are you smiling at me? Honestly, that’s fair. Smiles are reserved for genuine interactions. I can admit that, in the South, smiles don’t always reflect happiness; they’re often just an automatic response when making eye contact with someone.

    As my summer internship comes to an end, I’ve gotten pretty good at mastering the “I mind my business” look while passing strangers or ordering at cafés. However, I am me, and every now and then my smile slips out. Walking past Prague’s pastel-colored architecture every day makes it hard not to!

    But as I have built relationships with my coworkers and other locals, I have come to understand that while Czechs may seem less outwardly warm to strangers, they deeply value trust and taking the time to get to know people. I remember when I began my internship, I greeted my coworkers with “Dobrý den,” which translates to a formal hello or “good day.” After about a week, I started hearing “Ahoj,” the informal greeting used with people you know well. It was a small change, but one that made me feel like I had earned my place beyond simply being “the American intern.”

    Other cultural norms I have learned to navigate involve using public transit – which, by the way, is amazing here! Whether it is the tram, metro, or bus, Prague has you covered. Every day I take the metro to work, which is my personal favorite during the summer heat. Going below ground and feeling the breeze from a high-speed train is the perfect way to cool off. The two biggest adjustments I have made are learning escalator etiquette and keeping my volume down.

    Whenever you step onto an escalator, the right side is for standing and the left side is for those in a hurry, otherwise known as the passing lane. If you stand on the left, you immediately give yourself away as a tourist. You will probably be asked to move – and not with the sugary tone of a Southerner.

    Once you are on the metro, another unwritten rule takes over: keep your voice down. For us talkative Americans, this can be a challenging adjustment. If you are unknowingly airing out your conversation to the entire train car, you will probably earn a few judgmental looks or even be asked to quiet down. Surprisingly, I have grown to love this rule because it makes commuting feel calmer and more respectful.

    When living abroad, you don’t realize how “on” your brain needs to be. Mundane tasks like locking doors, plugging in your charger, or using unfamiliar appliances require extra thought. It is completely normal to feel more exhausted at first because your brain is constantly adapting.

    I have learned that living like a local does not mean abandoning who I am. Instead, it has meant paying attention to the unwritten rules, observing before assuming, and learning from my mistakes. That, to me, is the process of adapting. It does not mean I have to stop smiling or making small talk with baristas – I still genuinely want to know what pastry or drink they recommend!

    I think that is the beauty of interning abroad: challenging yourself not only to succeed in a new work environment but also to adapt to a new culture so you can build meaningful cross-cultural relationships. This means recognizing that there are no “right” or “wrong” cultural norms – just different ones. 

    The concept of authenticity has followed me into my internship. In PR, building trust – whether with clients, audiences, or brands – begins with authenticity. Seeing how authenticity looks different, yet similar at times, has been a pleasantly unexpected lesson of my summer.

    For instance, in the Czech workplace, feedback is not sugar-coated but objective and direct. In the South, we tend to cushion criticism with compliments because we worry about coming across as mean. This internship has helped me better understand constructive feedback. I have even learned that sometimes no feedback is actually a good sign – it often means you are doing things well. I am much more accustomed to receiving frequent feedback, which I truly value, so that adjustment took some getting used to.

    While authenticity has shaped my experience professionally, I have also seen it in everyday moments.

    The other night, I went out to sing karaoke with my friends. If you know me, you know I LOVE karaoke. As the night was winding down, we still had two songs in the queue. The DJ had just reset the queue because there were so many requests waiting. Since we needed to leave, I couldn’t bring myself to walk out without letting him know that we wanted to remove our songs so we wouldn’t delay everyone else’s chance to sing.

    The DJ thanked me for being considerate and told me that the next time we came in, I should let him know because he would move our songs up in the queue. While this moment certainly speaks to the universal value of consideration, it also reminded me that adapting to another culture does not mean changing your values. I know what it feels like to eagerly wait for your song to come up, and I would have felt terrible knowing that our no-show songs were holding everyone else up. 

    Overall, this experience has allowed me to live like a local while still learning like a tourist. I have learned that adapting to another culture does not require losing yourself. Instead, it asks you to become more observant, more open-minded, and more intentional. I will always be the smiley Southern girl who asks baristas for their favorite drink order, but now I also know which side of the escalator to stand on, when to keep my voice down on the metro, and how to appreciate the different ways authenticity is expressed across cultures. Those are lessons I will carry with me long after I leave Prague.

    Ahoj Friends!

  • Prague Bites: Vinohrady Edition

    Before my internship began, I figured the food scene in Prague would be quite heavy. In my research, Czech cuisine was advertised as hearty and meat-based. What I did not anticipate was going on a life-changing gastronomic journey. Yes, you heard me right: Prague is for foodies.

    What makes Prague’s food scene so special is just how much variety it offers. Last summer in Florence, I only ate two meals that were not Italian: all-you-can-eat sushi (a personal mistake) and late-night McDonald’s chicken nuggets. Other than that, it was pasta, pasta, and more pasta. After living in Prague for five weeks, I am beyond impressed with the pastry and café scene, the influence of Vietnamese cuisine, and the contemporary restaurants that are perfect for a spritz and an unforgettable meal.

    I live in Vinohrady, which is just outside Old Town Prague. It is a step away from the hustle and bustle of the main square while offering an authentic, local food scene. Because I love my neighborhood so much, I have decided to dedicate this post to my favorite local spots.

    Vinohrady Café & Brunch Favorites

    KRO Coffee: Almost every day before work, I stop here for their almond croissant. Even though my smile gives me away as an American, I confidently say, “Dobrý den, almond croissant, prosím.” Think buttery, flaky pastry with an addictively sweet, gooey amaretto filling. Seriously, a must-have. I also love getting a homemade ginger lemonade for a refreshing yet spicy kick.

    Prague’s lemonades are always a hit with me. From passionfruit to lavender to mango, I pretty much can’t resist when lemonade is on the menu. However, if you are picky about your lemonade, you should know that Prague does it differently. Unlike the Southern-style, super sweet-and-sour lemonade that makes your lips pucker, Prague’s lemonade is made with soda water, a bit of fresh citrus, and a fruit purée that adds the sweetness. They are mild, hydrating, and blissfully carbonated – which I absolutely love.

    Cafein: Matcha! I love stopping here for unique flavor combinations. I usually rotate between the lychee coconut matcha with matcha foam and the lemon yuzu matcha tonic. According to their website, Cafein is the first Vietnamese café in Prague. Their menu features fusion brunch options, and their matcha drinks are a must-try.

    Speaking of matcha tonics… I am obsessed with them. They are not for everyone, and if you are already on the fence about matcha, you might not reach for one. However, if you love the earthy, grassy umami of matcha paired with the citrus notes and refreshing carbonation of tonic water, then a matcha tonic is for you. That brings me to my next favorite spot.

    La Bohème Café: The grapefruit matcha tonic is a must for matcha and bitter citrus lovers. It is refreshing and crisp with the perfect balance of sweetness and tart acidity. I also recommend the apple sandwich, which (haha) has apples, Brie, and caramelized onions on toasted sourdough. Chef’s kiss.

    Not only does this spot have great food and drinks, but the atmosphere is cozy as well. The interior features artistic displays inspired by nature and offers classic ’90s coffeehouse vibes with its throwback playlist and laid-back atmosphere.

    Also, if you haven’t caught on by now… yes, I judge cafés by their matcha.

    My weekend routine often includes a trip to the Vinohrady Farmers Market followed by a nourishing brunch. From fluffy scrambled eggs and savory crêpes to iconic open-faced toasts, Prague’s brunch game is excellent.

    Whether I am grabbing brunch with friends on the weekend or searching for a cozy dinner after work, Vinohrady never fails to have exactly what I am craving.

    Dinner in Vinohrady is always an exciting venture. I feel right at home having so many different cuisines at my disposal. Am I feeling Czech, Italian, Vietnamese, Mexican, or Chinese? Vinohrady offers it all.

    Vinohrady Dinner Spots

    Restaurace U Tellerů: This local gem serves elevated, contemporary Czech dishes. I had an incredible cordon bleu-style schnitzel filled with Gouda cheese and served alongside herb-roasted potatoes and a fresh, vinegary cucumber salad. Every bite was hearty without being overwhelmingly filling. I also ordered a cucumber lemonade that was pretty much the definition of refreshing. Whenever I walk past this restaurant, it is bustling with both locals and tourists.

    La Cucina 66: Think tiny, intimate Italian bistro. If you walk past it, you just might miss it. Consider this your sign to GO IN! 

    Full confession: this restaurant served some of the best Italian food I had all summer, and I had been in northern Italy just a week before arriving in Prague. I ordered the gnocchi Sorrentino, which is a go-to for a gnocchi lover like me. The simple tomato sauce had incredible depth of flavor while striking the perfect balance between acidity and sweetness. The meal tasted of high-quality, simple ingredients – the equation for an authentic Italian meal.

    Lá Bù Lá: A cozy, authentic Chongqing- and Sichuan-style Chinese bistro. You walk in and are immediately greeted by the aroma of rich spices. I ordered the Sichuan pork dumplings in a light mushroom broth. The meal was nourishing and perfectly complemented the recent drop in temperature.

    I also learned that, unlike spicy peppers, Sichuan peppercorns create their signature tingling, mouthwatering sensation through a naturally occurring compound rather than heat. It is a unique experience that somehow makes every bite even more flavorful. I paired my meal with a delicious homemade citrus and mint tea.

    Truth be told, I could make a very long list of places I have tried and loved. An even longer list would be of places I have walked past and thought, Hmm… that looks good. I need to try that.

    Last but not least on my list is dessert. Pastry or gelato? Both are fantastic options in Prague. I tend to be a baked-good kind of girl, but my first recommendation is gelato.

    Crème de la Crème: If you are craving authentic-tasting gelato, this is the place for you. What sets Crème de la Crème apart is not only its creamier texture but also its incredible variety of flavors. My personal favorites are lavender, mango, and passionfruit. The lavender is calming with a delicate floral sweetness, the mango tastes exactly like fresh mango in creamy form, and the passionfruit tastes like fresh juice transformed into gelato. The point is: it tastes incredibly fresh. It also never disappoints. A small cup with two scoops costs just 66 CZK (about $3.12 USD).

    Múza Café: Artful desserts that make you want to savor every bite before they are gone. I had a decadent brownie topped with a light coffee whipped cream that was absolutely divine. The espresso enhanced the rich chocolate flavor perfectly. I also tried a tangy passionfruit dessert that was a 10/10 both in presentation and taste. The texture was light, bouncy, and sponge-like until you reached the citrus fruit purée hidden in the center. Whenever I am craving a fancier dessert, this is my spot.

    While this list focuses on Vinohrady, I have plenty of favorite spots in Old Town and across the river as well. I could probably write an entire post just about my favorite matcha drinks, although I still have quite a few more to try before I can confidently rank them.

    Prague truly feels like home now, and it fills my heart (and stomach) with joy to have so many new places to discover. With every new café, bakery, or restaurant, I make another memory and begin to associate those memories with different flavors. I have also found myself inspired to recreate many of these drinks – especially the lemonades – and dishes when I return to the States.

    I have to say this is one of my favorite parts of living and working abroad. Because my weekdays are filled with work, I have spent more weekends exploring Prague instead of constantly chasing the classic quick-turnaround “study abroad” trips. Rather than rushing off somewhere new every weekend, I challenge myself to discover something new right here in Prague – whether that is through food, history, fashion, or simply wandering a different neighborhood.

    Ahoj Friends!

  • Pre-Prague Adventures: Discovering What Waits in Vienna

    When we left Italy for Vienna, Austria, I expected two things. First, I anticipated a change of scenery from Renaissance to Baroque architecture. Second, I assumed we were leaving the peak dining experience behind in Italy. To my belief, the architecture did, in fact, transition from painted fresco facades, weathered with the passage of time to elegant pastel carved buildings with swirling trims and Baroque charm.

    To my surprise, veal Wiener schnitzel with a side of creamy cucumber salad and fresh, vinegar-based potato salad became my new favorite meal of our whole trip. Yes, I am admitting that I enjoyed fried, thinly pounded Viennese meat over all the Italian food I ate.

    However, here is my case: Our journey in Italy featured very scenic, touristy destinations; therefore, tourist-trappy restaurants lurked at every corner. While those dishes were good, the food I ate in Florence and Rome last summer was significantly more of a flavorful journey that still stands as the best pasta I have ever had. My main takeaways from our Italy trip lie in the natural beauty, history, and architecture we saw.

    I also normally don’t reach for fried dishes at restaurants, but I had to try Vienna’s national dish. “Pleasantly surprised” was an understatement. A magical bite consisted of Wiener schnitzel paired with the creamy dill flavor of the cucumber salad or the fresh, vinegary flavor of the vibrant yellow potato salad. The meal was the perfect balance of filling but refreshing. Of the schnitzels we had, Dom’s was the best. Dom Schnitzel, located in the heart of the city center just a short way from St. Stephen’s Cathedral, gave off a tourist-trap vibe due to its location. However, its 4.8 stars and 9,000 reviews pulled us in. I’m so glad we gave it a try!

    Moving on from Wiener schnitzel (pronounced veener schnitzel, FYI), our trip to Vienna was filled with other fun surprises. Our Airbnb was near Vienna’s 7th district, which was filled with unique, curated thrift stores. With each turn, we would run into new vintage shops with alluring window displays. I wish we had more time to explore them, but my hungry teenage brother was running low on fuel and needed to fill the tank (eat food, and lots of it).

    We came to learn that, unlike Italy, things begin to quiet down and close around 8:00 or 9:00 PM. We learned that dinner at 10:00 PM is not the norm, and most shops close around 7:00 PM at the latest. If you are ever in Vienna and like thrifting, please visit the 7th district and show me what you got – I will live vicariously through you! All that said, our trip featured many other exciting moments that made the lack of vintage shopping time an afterthought.

    We explored Schönbrunn Palace, which was the summer home to the Habsburgs. Here is what stuck out to me:

    1. Vienna LOVES Sisi. She had a lot of merch at the gift shops. I am talking Sisi magnets, soaps, totes, liquors, mugs, etc. Why do they love Empress Elisabeth (aka Sisi) so much? Apparently, her rebellious nature and defiance of court etiquette set her apart as a historical icon. From my tour of the palace, I remember that she did not get along with her mother-in-law, was indifferent to her husband, rarely ate dinner with her family, and had really, really long hair.

    2. Marie Antoinette’s Childhood: Schönbrunn (the summer palace) and the Hofburg (the winter palace) are where Marie Antoinette grew up. For some reason, I find this fascinating. I watched Sofia Coppola’s Marie Antoinette last year and was very intrigued by the glamorous film. Therefore, walking the halls of the infamous queen’s childhood felt very surreal. Remember, she never said, “Let them eat cake!”

    3. The 1,441 Rooms: The palace was beautiful, and each room was a work of intricate detail. Our audio-guide tour featured 40 different rooms; however, the palace itself boasts 1,441 rooms. I am unsure what goes on in the other thousands of rooms, but what I saw was quite impressive. The motif of each room varied. One was reminiscent of blue porcelain china, another was a ballroom of mirrors and opulent gold carvings, some featured rich velvet, while others had silky, patterned wallpaper. Overall, the palace screamed wealth and made me reflect on the generations that lived there.

    In Vienna, we also discovered one of the most beautiful churches I have ever seen. It was called the Jesuit Church, and it featured curved pink marble columns and a stunning altarpiece. The whole sight was simply breathtaking.

    I also really enjoyed the Gothic masterpiece that was St. Stephen’s Cathedral. It featured a dark interior lit by stained-glass windows. The limestone columns were tall and grand. Once again, I felt small looking up at the vaulted ceiling. Overall, the cathedrals of Vienna did not disappoint.

    We also enjoyed walking through the Naschmarkt open-air market. There were vibrant displays of fruits and vegetables, a wide variety of cheeses and meats, and an aromatic array of lively restaurants. It was “lively” also because it turned into a downpour during our walk through the vendors! Fortunately, the awnings covered us, so we did not get super drenched. The vendor workers were quite demanding that we try things and would then be pushy for us to buy. I learned to just keep walking because, while I would love to buy your cheese, I have nowhere to put it!

    Finally, we really loved our trip to the Kunsthistorisches Museum Wien (gotta love long German words!). It featured our favorite kind of history: ancient to Renaissance. From mummies and Roman busts to weird-looking medieval-era babies and animals to stunning Renaissance landscapes, the museum was the perfect historical mix. My favorite painting I saw was the Adam and Eve piece that the Desperate Housewives intro animates! My brother, a Gladiator movie fan, really enjoyed seeing the busts of real-life characters such as Marcus Aurelius. My mom enjoyed looking at the ancient jewelry, and we noted how gold statement jewelry has been trending since the beginning!

    Our Vienna trip was marked by welcomed surprises. Have you ever been surprised by a cities food scene? Let me know in the comments!

    If you have yet to go to Vienna, it waits for you!

    Bis bald!

  • Is Fashion PR in Prague Really Like the Movies? My First Month Behind the Scenes

    When I named my blog Madeline in Prague, it was with the intention of being a playful nod to the show Emily in Paris. Like Emily, I am navigating cultural differences and learning how to live and work abroad, collecting new perspectives with each new experience. Four weeks into my internship with Friendly Friends, a Prague-based creative agency that specializes in fashion and lifestyle PR, I have discovered an honest truth: fashion PR really can feel like the movies and TV shows that romanticize this industry.

    I have discovered it is less about the dramatic, main-character breakthrough moments that give the industry its cut-throat reputation, but more about the real-life, constant demand for creativity, teamwork, and thoughtful planning.

    What makes the industry so inspiring is the talent that each person on the team contributes to make a campaign or event come to life. They work extremely hard to set a vision and tone, creating a magic that, to me, is what makes the industry feel like a movie.

    I gravitate toward fashion because it serves as an outlet for self-expression, and I personally love to show the world who I am through a creative curation of clothing. Our clothes tell a story, but before we give those clothes a story, brands help lay the foundation for it. Through fashion PR, brands build a reputation, cultivate a community, and create an identity that people connect with. Then, we make those pieces our own.

    Suddenly, that necklace is more than just a necklace – it is the one you bought while studying abroad. A pair of boots reminds you of going to the pumpkin patch with your college roommates. Your mom’s dress becomes the one you wore for your first job interview. Fashion becomes personal because we weave our own stories into the stories brands have already begun to tell.

    That intersection of storytelling, creativity, and human connection is what I am most passionate about, and it is exactly what I am eager to learn more about during my internship.

    Every day, I am in awe that I get to step into the world of fashion PR and fulfill a dream I have had since I was a little girl. My routine is one that I cherish each day: I leave my apartment, grab my favorite almond croissant from a local café in my neighborhood, hop on the metro, and walk through the luxury district – looking at my reflection in the windows to make sure my outfit is on par.

    I then arrive at my office, buzzing in with a “Dobrý den, this is Madeline” (I just realized that rhymes!). And then the magic happens: each day is different. One day I might be preparing for an event. The next, I’m organizing influencer data or helping brainstorm how a brand can better connect with its audience. I have learned quickly that there is no “typical” day in fashion PR, and that is exactly what I love about it.

    It feels so rewarding to contribute my creativity, analytical, and organizational skills to support the agency. Some tasks have been as simple as gathering and creating event assets. I cherish my time in the showrooms, which truly do feel like the movies. The building is older and offers a charm through its crisp white walls and light brown hardwood floors. The showrooms are filled with an assortment of clothing, accessories, and shoes from different clients.

    I admire the neatly hung racks: tulle and denim, leather and lace, statement colors and sleek neutrals. Heels, loafers, and sneakers. Belts and sunglasses. It is a place of curated, tasteful displays that shine light (literally – the large windows in each room offer natural light that brings a warm energy to the room) on each piece.

    Knowing stylists visit to select pieces for photoshoots is surreal to me. This takes me back to the reason I love PR: it offers opportunities to build relationships not only with those across the communications industry, such as journalists and photographers, but also with those in completely different creative industries.

    PR heavily depends on culture, and I have discovered that my outside perspective serves as both a challenge and another angle. I have learned that trends do not spread the same everywhere in terms of timing or length. Additionally, influencers are not identical from country to country and all offer their own curated brand.

    In navigating the challenge of not being as familiar with Czech social media culture, I have realized that I need to think less like an American intern and more like a global communicator who works to first understand an audience before trying to reach them.

    So, was Emily in Paris right? In some ways, yes and no.

    There are no unapproved, spur-of-the-moment, “main character” ideas that save the day, but rather everyday problem-solving that creates a space of shared creativity and vision for brands. There are glamorous showrooms, influencer events, and campaigns that feel cinematic – but because of the thoughtful brainstorming and collaboration that brings them to life.

    And perhaps that is why I am loving this experience so much. The real magic of fashion PR is not in the drama, but in the creatives who bring unique ideas to life every day, shaping the way brands connect with people.

    Stay tuned for more of my Pre-Prague Adventures and Prague favorites!

    Ahoj Friends!

  • Pre-Prague Adventures: One Short Day in Fair Verona

    I’ve made the executive decision to keep this post short(ish) and sweet, just like our day trip to Verona. After all, this is Madeline in Prague, so I need to start writing about my experiences here, even though I love the idea of going chronologically. However, I do have a special Fourth of July post from Germany, so stay tuned.

    We began our journey where it all started – Milan. After returning from Rapallo, we spent our evening visiting Milan’s iconic sites: The Duomo, Galleria Vittorio Emanuele II, and that is about all we had time for! The Duomo was stunning inside and out, and I marveled at the craftsmanship that went into creating such art. I felt so small looking up at the carved ceilings. The Galleria was the epitome of luxury and sophistication. Somehow, the entire space felt like the color gold.

    I feel that Milan gets a bad reputation for having “nothing” to do. We quickly discovered that wasn’t the case. We concluded our evening by walking through the fragrance district, a must-see for my fragrance-expert brother. I always feel cool being in the know about “niche” perfumes and asking salespeople if they carry Penhaligon’s. We also loved walking the streets of the Brera district. As we entered, vendors were closing their booths. I sighed as I saw vintage and other artisanal accessories being packed up. While Italians love a late dinner, that does not apply to shopping. Farther into the district, we were met with hanging lights, lively restaurants, and bougie outdoor seating (obviously).

    However, after leaving the district, we were reminded that while Milan features areas that are polished and pristine there are also areas that are gritty and graffitied. It’s a huge city with life at every corner, postcard-ready or not.

    To be honest, after leaving Milan’s iconic sites, we thought it was a one-and-done city. But after exploring more of its hidden gems and shopping scene, we left with the desire to see more. All that said, Verona was a must-see. With layers of Ancient Roman, medieval and Renaissance history, it was a standout city. Colorful buildings decorated with faded frescoes shared space with the ancient arena (which predates the Roman Colosseum) and medieval cathedrals, all standing in harmony with one another despite such architectural differences. Seeing literal layers of history coexist was beautiful.

    We went inside Castelvecchio, a medieval castle. Its mighty stone walls housed medieval art, much of it depicting the Madonna and Child. This is where we began to wonder – what is the difference between a castle and a palace? Apparently, castles were built for defense, while palaces were built for luxury. Castles, primarily from the Middle Ages, featured fortified walls, towers, and moats, whereas palaces emphasized comfort with ornate facades, expansive windows, and elaborate gardens.

    If you didn’t already know that, I hope you enjoyed the brief history lesson. We continued our day trip by getting cornettos (apricot for me please!) and coffees (I always got chamomile tea actually) at cafés and exploring different shops. 

    By wandering down a few side streets, we stumbled upon a local perfumer who walked us through his fragrance line, explaining how each scent was inspired by Verona and Italy.

    One fragrance represented the relationship between northern and southern Italy. He explained that people in the North often view Southerners as too carefree and not hardworking, while those in the South see Northerners as workaholics who forget to enjoy life. Verona, he said, sits happily in the middle – a place where people work hard but still embrace a vibrant way of life.

    The fragrance was lovely, so my mom took a bottle home as a souvenir, and the perfumer kindly gave my brother and me samples of our favorite scents. I’ve come to love souvenirs you can smell or taste (tea is always my favorite to bring home) because they let you relive a memory through your senses.

    We also stepped inside the arena, which is still used today for concerts. The view inside was less historically striking because the rows featured modern chairs and the center of the arena was blocked by a wooden set design for the opera. Nevertheless, we admired the fact that we were able to visit and see an ancient ruin with our own eyes.

    We couldn’t visit fair Verona without stopping by Juliet’s House. Fun fact: according to historical records, Shakespeare never actually visited Verona. The iconic balcony was romantic, and the courtyard transported visitors into the tragic, yet frustrating, love story.

    Juliet’s statue stands in one corner of the courtyard. Tradition says touching her chest brings good luck. I found the custom a little unsettling, especially knowing Juliet was only 14 years old in Shakespeare’s play. I opted to shake her hand instead.

    We ended the day by getting the best charcuterie I have ever had. With an assortment of cheeses, meats, jams, fruit, and salad, the spread was a delightful combination of salty and sweet. I felt like Remi (from Ratatouille) with each pairing. 

    Overall, our time in Milan and Verona reminded me of what people are capable of creating – and of the importance of preserving those places so future generations can experience them, too.

    Ciao for now (stay tuned for a new language)!

  • Pre-Prague Adventures: The Italian Riviera, Beyond the Postcards

    Our visit to the Italian Riviera offered more than an Instagrammable, picture-perfect montage of views. It also opened us up to the more lived-in, authentic areas of Liguria, reminding us that beauty isn’t always found in perfection.

    Going from Bellagio, Lake Como, to Rapallo, Liguria, in one day featured almost every mode of transportation short of flying. Step one was taking a taxi (car) to the port of Bellagio. Step two was taking a ferry (boat) to Varenna. Step three was taking the train to Milan and then transferring to another train to get to Rapallo.

    When we arrived in Rapallo, we were not immediately met with a postcard-perfect, pastel waterfront beach town. Instead, the train station connected to a very residential area sprinkled with local cafés and convenience stores. I grew to love the area because it offered a better glimpse into residential living and everyday life in an Italian beach town.

    Once we dropped our things off and walked to the main part of town, we were met with a charming city filled with colorful painted facades and a lively atmosphere. Vendors lined the walkway overlooking the harbor, selling unique handcrafted goods. We also took in the medieval fortress standing proudly along the coast. I felt excited to be exploring a new region of Italy!

    In Rapallo, we had our first truly impressive aperitivo, which featured a spread of cheeses, bread, mortadella, marinated cannellini beans (a new love of mine), carrots, and other snacks. No shade, but Bellagio only offered those things if you paid extra! The Liguria region is known for its focaccia and pesto, and I really enjoyed trying both from different restaurants. However, my brother – who knows what he likes and sticks to it – would frequently order a Margherita pizza with buffalo mozzarella. My mom and I – the ones who like to branch out and try something new – would often end up with food envy after trying his!

    The plan for the Italian Riviera had been simple: swim and relax. However, when the weather is in the low 70s and you feel compelled to wear pants every day, you begin to realize you might need to rethink the itinerary. So, my mom spent the train ride researching things to do around the Italian Riviera.

    While the Italian Riviera is known for its pristine, crystal-clear turquoise waters, luxurious beach clubs, high-end shopping, and picturesque coastal restaurants, we decided to venture beyond its polished façade. On a whim, we planned a day trip to Genoa to experience a different side of the Liguria region.

    Exploring Genoa offered a glimpse into what a lived-in, historic Italian city feels like. Narrow alleys wound throughout the city, revealing its medieval roots. There was graffiti and grit, but there was also beauty in the historic palazzos.

    During our day trip, we explored multiple museums and cathedrals, one of which we climbed a spiraling staircase to reach the top and enjoy a 360-degree view of the city. As I took in the view, I could feel the layers of history and liveliness surrounding me. Genoa didn’t have the polished charm of Lake Como or Portofino, but instead offered an authenticity that I grew to appreciate. It was powerful to see such realness and activity – large cruise ships docked in the distance, buildings from different centuries rose at varying heights, seagulls soared overhead, and church bells rang in the distance.

    As much as I admired Genoa’s unfiltered charm, Portofino was breathtaking.

    We decided to tackle the more than three-mile hike from Santa Margherita Ligure to Portofino. We began our journey by visiting a stunning villa in Santa Margherita Ligure. The entrance was lined with a canopy of vibrant purple flowers, and by the time we reached the villa – which was a steep walk – we were rewarded with views of the coastline and boats scattered along the horizon. We enjoyed taking pictures before beginning our hike to Portofino. A shout out to my brother, who is basically trained in taking aesthetic, Insta-worthy photos for me (no matter how many times I hand him back the phone and ask him to fix the angle).

    For nearly the entire hike, we walked alongside the coast. The water glistened and shimmered. We watched a pretty blue gradually transform into a strikingly clear turquoise as we got closer to Portofino.

    We passed beach clubs and admired those who swam despite the cool water temperature. By then, the day had warmed into the upper 70s, so swimming honestly felt doable to me, and I was glad I had packed a swimsuit. My mom, however, was less optimistic and warned that the water would be too cold.

    Eventually, we reached a point where the sidewalk ended, right beside the patterned green-and-white umbrellas of the luxurious Dolce & Gabbana beach club, and followed the arrow pointing toward Portofino up the mountain. The views of the water as we began our ascent were unreal. The canopy of trees cooled us off, and we savored every moment of the hike.

    My favorite moment was seeing Baia Cannone – a Pinterest-worthy picture of tranquility. Two stunning villas sat tucked beside a quaint swimming hole. I made sure I got a closer look and convinced my mom and brother to promise we’d stop there later that day.

    After passing the beach, we made our way into the elegant Portofino harbor. The town itself was quite small, but the number of photos I took would suggest otherwise. Portofino exuded luxury, and I enjoyed window-shopping. I will say, though, that it was hard to avoid overpriced tourist traps when it came to food, so we settled on splitting a pizza before getting gelato later.

    We eventually made our way back to Baia Cannone, and up close it was absolutely ethereal. Through the crystal-clear water, I could see an assortment of rocks in every shape, size, and color. The rhythmic swoosh of the waves against the shore was comforting and called me to dip my feet in. Unfortunately, my mom was right – the water was too cold for me to want to swim. Even so, the view and atmosphere made returning completely worthwhile, and I felt a sense of awe knowing I would always have the memory of visiting such a beautiful place.

    For our final activity, we hiked to an old castle overlooking Portofino. The castle itself was fairly plain and nothing particularly memorable. However, the panoramic view of the Portofino harbor made the hike completely worth it. All the boats – or yachts, I should say – floated together below us. We could even see parts of our earlier hike stretching along the coastline and admired the deep blue sea extending into the distance.

    We ended our day by taking a scenic ferry back to Rapallo. Once we docked, we enjoyed another aperitivo before having a delicious dinner at a charming restaurant. (I had pesto pasta!)

    Looking back, the hike to Portofino may have been the highlight, but what I’ll remember just as much are the quieter moments in Rapallo and Genoa that reminded me beauty isn’t always found in the places that make the postcards. Stay tuned for our time in Milan and a romantic day trip to Verona!

    Ciao for now!

  • Pre-Prague Adventures: Bellagio, Villas, and One Very Stressed Taxi Driver

    I take travel planning very seriously. So seriously that when my vision starts to blur, I take it as a sign that I’ve maxed out on planning for the day. From flights and Airbnbs to the infinite number of TikTok-recommended “must-see” activities, I had a vision for the dream family European vacation.

    The travel plan was ambitious: fly from Nashville to Milan, spend three nights exploring Lake Como, make our way down to the Italian Riviera, return to Milan (with a day trip to Verona, naturally), then fly to Vienna before ending our journey in Prague.

    Simple.

    Now, while this itinerary was preplanned, a family trip would not be a family trip without a sprinkle of spontaneity. After all, that’s what makes a story interesting. People want to hear the juicy bits.

    Not that Bellagio, Lake Como, wasn’t one of the most beautiful places ever. We were fortunate to spend our time visiting stunning villas and roaming uphill cobblestone streets. We would have aperitivo overlooking the lake and wander into little shops (rarely buying anything, but looking nonetheless).

    They want to hear that our Airbnb was about a 20-minute walk from the city center… uphill… with no sidewalks on the winding roads, drivers who were both fast and furious, and taxis that were harder to come by than you’d think.

    They want to hear about the time we finally got a taxi in Bellagio.

    We told the driver our drop-off address, and she said she knew exactly where it was. My mom began to pull out her phone to show the directions, but the driver insisted she didn’t need them. The ride was scenic, with our driver pointing out must-see destinations on her GPS. The vibe was carefree, and we felt the accomplishment of securing a taxi (the daily challenge).

    However, we began to notice that the driver was taking us a way we had never gone before.

    My mom looked back at my brother and me, mouthing that this seemed wrong, but we reassured her to trust the driver. I should have known, though. Moms are always right.

    So, of course, we arrived at the wrong destination.

    When we explained to the driver that this was, in fact, not our Airbnb, the vibe completely changed. What was once relaxed became increasingly panicked. The driver had another ride! She had to get to them! We were still 10 minutes away from our Airbnb, and she wasn’t about to leave us.

    Gulp.

    Right?

    Okay, corny writing aside, the point is that we were very anxious now.

    The taxi driver pulled out quickly, and we heard, “Madonna Mia!” followed by a string of other Italian pleas. She hit the gas, and the next thing we knew, we were flying. Zooming our way around the windiest and steepest roads ever. I’m from Tennessee and I have seen my fair share of country back roads. This was worse. Much worse.

    You could have heard a pin drop in the silence.

    Each turn felt like beating the odds. I was afraid to breathe.

    We began to slow down because there was another driver on the road. My mom broke the tension (or attempted to) by saying, “It’s frustrating when you’re in a hurry and stuck behind a slow driver.”

    Silence.

    My brother and I side-eyed each other.

    The car pulled away, and we were back in the action sequence. We glanced at the speedometer, and she’s pushing 35 as we zigzag up a mountain. My seatbelt worked overtime to keep me in my seat.

    We finally began the last trek up the hill to our Airbnb and all let out a breath of relief. The taxi driver pulled onto the gravel driveway and whipped out the card reader. My mom paid, we said our thanks, and we exited with shaky legs. We made it alive!

    You seriously had to be there.

    That is a story I will carry with me forever when I think about the first time I went to Europe with my family.

    In Lake Como, we stayed just outside Bellagio and took day trips to Menaggio, Tremezzo, and Lenno. In Bellagio, we visited Villa Melzi. In Tremezzo, we visited Villa Carlotta. In Lenno, we visited Villa del Balbianello (the Hayden Christensen Star Wars villa). The views were spectacular, the gardens were lush, and the architecture was grand.

    10/10 on the villas.

    Overall, I learned that no matter the stressors of a family vacation, being able to be present in the moment is so grounding.

    My brother and I came up with a phrase to say whenever we were overcome with 1) hanger (hungry + angry), 2) tanger (tired + angry), and 3) hot + angry (which is basically hanger again?).

    We would say, “Look around you right now.”

    And it actually always worked.

    Because there is no reason to be crashing out in such a gorgeous place.

    Sometimes it was even funny when we were in less aesthetically pleasing locations, such as the Milan train station (the train area, not the beautiful station itself). We’d look around and just feel grateful to experience another part of the world.

    That’s my recap of Lake Como! Stay tuned for our journey to the Italian Riviera… I did find my love in Portofino!

    Ciao for now? (I missed saying that! Iykyk)