Here are the bare-bones of the trip: we started in Budapest and officially ended in Paris, though we escaped for a week in the UK after Paris. Our tools were a suitcase each, Alexandra's father's iPad (stocked with Season Five of Grey's Anatomy for train rides), and a 21-Day EuRail Global Pass.
I flew from Paris to Budapest on May nineteenth to meet Alexandra and her mother:
And then, on the seventh of June, we arrived in Paris. This is us on the eighth:
Not counting the UK, we visited ten countries and twelve cities. We took four overnight trains and stayed in two hotels, but hostels everywhere else. We survived on music and medical-drama television and mango gelato. We talked for hours about ballet and skiing and families and boys. On one train we stole a pear, and giggled over buying a drink in Amsterdam. We visited twelve museums (not counting the UK) and climbed seven towers/Cathedral roofs. We visited nine churches and took five boat rides. All in all, it was a pretty incredible trip.
(The first photo was taken at the Fisherman's Bastion in Budapest by Alexandra's mother. The second was taken in front of the fountain in the Jardin du Luxembourg - the Jardin des Explorateurs, technically - by my sister)