But if you don't bury me in Florence, bury me in London with a Burberry coat. Thanks.
Edinburgh made me want to curl up and read a good book every day for the rest of my life. Old bricks and more lush green landscapes than my eyes ever could have imagined. You can bury me there as well. All this burying talk is getting morbid...
Oh hello ancient Rome. Nice to meet you.
This is home for two years. I love you Grenada.
I think this was a door down the road from Notre Dame...can't really remember for sure.
A cute little cottage on the shores of Loch Ness.
One of the magnificent chateaus we saw while venturing through the Loire Valley in France.
