What happens when you leave big-city life to open a hotel
in a picture-postcard village in Tuscany? You open another one.
2000, we were a typical New York media couple. I worked as a travel editor, always
on the hunt for the next hot destination, while my future husband, John, a record label executive, chased stars like Christina Aguilera and the Foo Fighters around the world on promotional tours. We worked all hours, and every once in a long while, enjoyed a night with no plans in our cute studio apartment in Brooklyn. We happy but exhausted.