Carly’s Cut, Vol. 11
June! Is it just me, or did this month absolutely fly by? Goodness, I feel like a broken record. Summer has officially arrived, and I am certainly feeling it. Most days have been spent seeking refuge in an air-conditioned room or a patch of shade at the beach before inevitably making my way to Vino Feo for a frozen sangria. Months like this always make me nostalgic for life in the Northeast, leaving me with a persistent urge to escape somewhere that still cools down after sunset—somewhere the evening lows hover around 60 degrees.








