I bake bread, write poetry and sing love songs to my husband. I will never, ever be metal.

This will sound so cheesy but it's a toss up between Paris and Barcelona. Mark had this thing happen a few months back and he lost most of his memory. He woke up and everything we had together was gone. Along the way to Paris we decided to renew our wedding vows so he would have memory of it. Went the super cliche route and did it at the Eiffel Tower. Buuuuuuuuuut, in Barcelona, he rented this beautiful suite and we had a candle lit dinner on the roof.

Then again, getting shit faced drunk bar hopping in Hamburg was pretty amazing too.

Go out and see the world! It's incredible.