There's a magical hilltop town called Èze that overlooks the Mediterranean Sea. While a bit touristy, it was charming and beautiful.
As we drove southeast along the Mediterranean cliffs in our little car, my excitement level rose: I was returning to Italy.
On a brilliantly bright and sunny day with big clouds in the sky, our afternoon in the city-state of Monaco was perfect.
Even with the clouds, Nice is a beautiful city. And, while we didn't swim in the azure blue waters, while there we did certainly have a French Riviera experience.
As we landed in Brussels, out my window I saw this structure. Multiple silver balls suspended in air. It was beautiful then. It was even more impressive up close.
Walking up the steps past gargantuan columns, it felt as if we were walking into the past. Into a Grecian or Roman forum or palace or marketplace.
From one side of Brussels to the other, passing through parks, monuments and stopping at an amazing cafe for coffee.
There's nothing like being in a city you've never been in before, and your first experiences are at sunset and sunrise.
The island of Spinalonga has a rich history – from medieval forts to modern leper colony, now it lies empty save the tourists arriving from Plaka and Elounda daily.
Santorini really is as beautiful as the postcards show. The whitewash homes, hotels and churches provide a stark contrast to the islands extremely rugged terrain – mostly rocks and short grasses.
The history, the ruins, the sights, the museums that awaited me - I couldn't have been more excited to climb around Athens.
While the road to Sarajevo for us was one of intense heat, a broken down bus and beautiful river views, Sarajevo's past is far darker and different.
After Zagreb, our last two destinations in Croatia included the small town of Šibenik and the large, cruise port city of Dubrovnik.
Using Šibenik as our home base, the four of us embarked on a day trip to one of the singular most breathtaking places I have ever been: Krka National Park.
We spent hours wandering around Mirogoj cemetery, but truly just walking into it would have satisfied my appetite to "get away" from the hustle and bustle of the city.
I made it back to Europe far sooner than I expected in life. These photos are both before that journey, and then after we returned back to Paris.
As my time in Italy was coming to an end, I spent as much time as possible exploring its cobblestone streets.
The train ride south to Sicily was the most beautiful train ride I've ever taken.
My long journey through eastern Europe was coming to an end, but what a way to capstone my trip.
In a park in this little Transylvanian town in Romania I found these dilapidated chess boards.
Capri is the vacation spot of the stars - and me for a weekend too!
Visiting beautiful Sorrento was pretty cool. Staying in a tower on the coast? Even cooler.
The only day I have ever skipped class, I toured the Colosseum and Palatine Hill - what fun!
The beam of light reminds me of what this place must have been before Vesuvius erupted.
Trekking back from the island of Ischia to Naples, the island said farewell with a beautiful view.
Two sets of walls from different eras adorn the mountain above Sintra.
The hills and the environs of the Portuguese capital were well worth the exploration.
Between the nook gardens and majestic Arthur's Seat, Edinburgh kept us enthralled
For a beach town, Lecce was pretty weird when it snowed.
Ostia Antica, the ancient port of Rome, filled me with ecstasy as I explored its stone promenades, racing the setting sun.
The city of canals is crumbling, sinking lower each year. I'm glad I had the chance to see it while it lasts.
Important life lessons while wearing Sunday's best
While one David sleeps in his museum, another watches the river, the bridges, the people - the city of Florence.
Engulfed by Rome, visiting Vatican City remains one of my fondest - and most troubling - memories.
The towns of Umbria wind around precarious cliffs. The trade off? A room with a view.
The Pantheon. The Forum. Villa Borghese. Love at first sight.
Wet and covered in clouds, Killarney enchanted us as we strolled, hiked, boated and biked through its beauty.
Spending my last days gallivanting around Dublin environs...
The famed cliffs, the Burren and quiet Connemara country pulled me to take a lone weekend trip through the land - well worth it.
Staring me down in the Tower, the visages of Elizabeth I revealed much.
"Aingeal" means angel in Irish.
A journey through rolling hills, unkempt pastures and faerie mounds
"The bogside is your womb, and education, your umbilical cord."
Legend has it that Finn McCool, an Irish giant, built a bridge to Scotland to face his Scottish equivalent. The Giant's Causeway is all that's left of it.
For a city and region ripped apart by violence, the experience of Northern Ireland and its culture and history was as memorable as it was affecting.
In the center of Ireland is the Rock of Cashel - a breathtaking set of ruins atop a hill. One of my best memories.
During the day, we explored the massive castle grounds - and the next morn, awoke to the same place laced with fog.
Decrepit and wild, the Glenveagh Estate rests at the edge of a lake. It was an appropriately quiet and dark day.
Kinsale is a small coastal town with the ruins of Fort Charles and the beautiful bay where annual sailing races take place.
Blarney Castle and its grounds are more breathtaking than I ever expected. Well worth the visit.
Upon reaching the top of Bray Head, our breath was stolen by the expansive view of Dublin Bay.
The Aran Islands on the western coast of Ireland have hundreds of miles of stone walls and on its own western coast, a ruined fort. I stood there on the cliff. I stood on the edge of the world.
Winding through the streets of Dublin was my primary past time when I lived in the city...always with camera in tow.
Bogs are very important in the culture and terrain of Ireland - and this was the first bog I had ever seen. Mmmmm the smell of peat!
Each backstreet and nook held something to explore or marvel at - whether the fountains of Alhambra or the fountain dead end plazas in Cordoba.
Hot, wet, busy, overwhelming. Pretty much describes Paris in June, yeah?