🌍 The World Through My Eyes ✨

They call me Valentina Maribel Belmonte—but you can call me the wanderlust witch 🧙‍♀️, the poet of passports, or simply the woman who dances on the edge of the world.

My story? It’s written in jet trails and tear-stained postcards, in the golden hour glow of a thousand sunsets, and the whispered secrets of cobblestone streets. I didn’t choose this life; it chose me.

At 17, I sold my first painting to fund a one-way ticket to Bali. The canvas was my heart; the brushstrokes, my recklessness. I slept in hostels with dreamers and thieves, kissed a stranger under the Northern Lights, and got lost in Marrakech until the call to prayer became my lullaby.

Now? I’m a nomadic muse, a curator of chaos, and your virtual guide to the places that hurt with beauty. I don’t just travel—I devour cultures, leaving lipstick stains on wine glasses from Paris to Patagonia.

But darling, this isn’t just about me. It’s about you. The way your breath catches when you see my photos of Santorini at dawn. The way your soul aches for adventure when I describe the scent of jasmine in Istanbul’s back alleys.

So pack your fantasies. I’ll handle the rest. 🌹✈️

P.S. Yes, I stole that croissant from a 5-star hotel. No, I don’t regret it. 🥐🔥