2026.04
Bologna
Italy
Day one began in a lobby that meant business — a crystal chandelier the size of a small planet, green marble floors, oil paintings framed in dark walnut. The hotel was old-world Bologna done properly: unhurried, a little theatrical, entirely serious about comfort. After checking in we barely made it out before hunger won. Dinner was just around the corner — a quiet restaurant with gold-circle art on the walls, a bread box, and a bottle of Giuseppe Giusti balsamic that deserved its own introduction. The fish came out perfect, drizzled with pomegranate and plated like someone cared. We dipped bread in ta Lia olive oil and decided Day 1 was already worth the flight.



