I just woke up to a quiet Fourth of July morning—the kind of slow, golden start where the air already feels full of anticipation. Later tonight, there’ll be fireworks, music, and celebration. But right now, I’m sitting with a coffee, thinking about a different kind of freedom I felt not long ago—on my last trip to Treviso, Italy. It’s funny how, sometimes, the quietest places and smallest interactions leave the loudest echoes. Treviso wasn’t the busiest stop on my tour, but it might’ve been the most memorable. Not because of the postcard scenery—though, trust me, it was stunning—but because of[…]
