Describe your most memorable vacation.

There are some dreams you carry with you for so long, they start to feel like something out of a movie. For my husband and me, that dream was a Eurotrip to Paris and Rome—two cities we’d been talking about, imagining, and wishing for over the years.

And then one day… it finally happened.

We came across airfare deals that were too good to ignore—one of those “if we don’t do it now, we’ll regret it” kind of moments. So we booked it. Just like that. We didn’t stay in luxury hotels or eat at fancy restaurants. That wasn’t the point. What we wanted was the experience. The moments. The memories.

And we got all of that—and more.

We found small, charming apartments in both cities, both in amazing locations, and spent under $100 a night. It was simple, but it was everything we needed. We had breakfast from local bakeries, grabbed lunch from neighborhood cafes, and soaked in every part of the day—without trying to make it perfect.

We walked. A lot. We visited all the places we had dreamed of seeing for the longest time—St. Peter’s Basilica, the Colosseum, the Eiffel Tower, the Louvre, and so many others. Every corner felt like a scene from a story we already knew but were finally living ourselves.

And oh… the shoes.
I have to laugh now, but at the time it was painful—literally. We were running late for our flight that morning, and in the chaos, I left my sneakers behind and grabbed the wrong pair of shoes. They were leather, slightly new, and definitely not meant for long walks. My feet were blistered and sore, but I kept going. I didn’t want to waste a single moment of this trip we had waited so long for.

There’s so much more I want to say about our time in Paris and Rome, and I’m saving the details for another post. But I’ll say this—there is nothing like living a dream you’ve held close to your heart for years. Nothing compares to that feeling of finally standing in the places you’ve only ever seen in pictures.

I cried in front of St. Peter’s Basilica. I cried again under the Eiffel Tower.
Not because I was sad—but because I was overwhelmed. We were actually there. We made it happen. And no amount of money could ever match the joy, the meaning, the memories that came from that experience.

Travel has a way of changing you.
It stays with you.
Every photo, every video, every tiny moment takes you right back. You can feel it all over again—like time folded itself and brought you home.

And that feeling? It lives in your heart forever.