A Taste of the Dream

This week, I share a story that felt like a breath of fresh country air. I was invited to spend a few days at a family friend’s farmhouse—a weekend filled with slow mornings, homemade meals, wine, and the kind of French countryside living that feeds the soul. It was the pause I didn’t know I needed and a reminder of why I’m chasing this dream in the first place. Somewhere between apple tartes and sunset walks, I found new inspiration… maybe the dream doesn’t start with a château after all, but with a barn.

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