on a small Sicilian island, in the breakfast room of a quaint hotel, i found the warmest, most delicious croissants fresh from the oven. i began waking up uncharacteristically early so that i would receive them at their warmest. a couple days into this routine, the little old lady serving breakfast noticed my enthusiasm. as soon as she spotted my dissention down the stairs, before setting off for the kitchen to fetch my prize, she would smile, wink and say, “CALDI CALDI”.




it’s what put a smile on my face in Italy, it’s indicative of the climate that surrounds us and is what i believe a home should be.