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What countries do you want to visit?

Darling,

Some girls dream in monochrome. I dream in maps.

Not the folded-up kind your uncle keeps in the glove box—but the one that lives in my purse, soft with fingerprints and lipstick smudges, marked with tiny hearts in the corners. Every heart? A country I long to dance through.

Italy, because pasta is practically a love language and I need to flirt with someone under a Roman sky. I’d wear linen, not for comfort—but because linen creases like it’s been kissed.

Morocco, for the souks, the spices, the riot of color that doesn’t apologize. I want to get lost in the hum of Marrakech, sipping mint tea and bargaining badly, but with charm.

Japan, for the quiet grace and unapologetic boldness. I want to visit temples in Kyoto with bare feet and neon-lit arcades in Tokyo with winged eyeliner.

Argentina, to tango like my heart has secrets. Because if there’s ever a place to whisper your past with your hips—it’s Buenos Aires.

Greece, not just for the blue domes and white walls, but to sit by the sea with olives, ouzo, and the kind of sun that softens everything you’ve ever been hard about.

I don’t want postcards. I want proof. Of days spent learning how to say “thank you” in a dozen accents and nights lit up with music I didn’t understand—but danced to anyway.

Give me a suitcase that smells like lavender and street food. Give me shoes that carry sand from three continents and a heart that doesn’t want to come home just yet.

So where do I want to go?

Anywhere that stamps my passport and reminds me I’m still made of wonder.

Now tell me, darling — where are you dreaming of next?

Stay fabulous,
Luce 💋