Is hearthing a verb? It should be. I’m ready to hearth – to sink into an armchair by a crackling fire, thick blanket across my lap, a cup of tea in hand, and read Mary Oliver essays.
I want to write postcards in a Paris cafe with fogged-up windows and buttery croissants, or wander Florence’s museums in a long wool coat and a hand-knit hat. I crave the smell of damp leaves, the sting of cold on pink cheeks, the soft thud of duck boots on mossy trails.
It's time to get cozy – to take bundled-up walks, linger in conversation and soak in warmth. If that’s the vibe you’re after too, I’ve rounded up the coziest travel experiences, starting with these incredible cabins.
