Mid-March in Sicily is quiet—almost too quiet.
With shuttered shops and nearly empty streets, we found ourselves experiencing the island in its most unfiltered form. What unfolded was a journey through beauty, history, and a side of Sicily most travelers never see.

A village funeral in the Swiss Alps became an unexpected lesson in ritual, belonging, and what it means to honor a life when you don’t yet know the rules. Standing between cultures, I found myself asking simple questions — what to wear, when to speak, how to show respect — and realizing that grief, wherever you are, asks less for perfection and more for presence.