Places, people... s'il vous plaît?

I’ve been at places all over Europe. I’ve seen the ponderous Alps with its sugar crown, which obviously made them looking more majestic. The vastness of Alps it’s so enchanting that I can imagine to live on the very top of it.
I’ve seen Vienna with its old houses, which may have seen the beauty of Princess Sissi. This buildings contours Vienna like an old lady’s diamond necklace around her neck on a photography from her young years.
I’ve been all over Italy. It’s like an elderly woman with either good and bad habits, but so young that you can dance with her all night long and she never gets tired. With her floral walls, amber window frames and burning passion worth to be seen once in a lifetime. I’ve been at Etna and I’ve seen Pompei with its dead memories. I've always imagined Etna like an amazon with the Moon in her hands. She perished Pompei, not out of revenge, she only wanted to show her strength for people. Etna is there to remind us that nature can’t be vanquished. I’ve been lost in Rome, on unknown streets, searching for the right one, knowing only three Italian words: grazie, limoncello and pizza. Dropping coins into Trevi Fountain, hoping that one day I will return; imagining ship battles in Colosseum (Ancient Romans filled it with water in order to organize ship battles); admiring the crowded Piazza Navona; tasting “gelato” for the first time (I’ll never forget that taste of pure “fragola”); taking our clothes on (even though the weather was hot) and entering the famous St. Peters Basilica. I’ve been at Venice, the scent of vaporous air and mildew (someone says that it’s smelly), falling into Grand Canal (they said not to step on algae coated stairs). Am I the only one who thinks that Grand Canal is Venice’s smile? I’ve been at Lido, a wondrous seaside with hot sand and crystal clear water which is full of diaphanous jellyfish. With mad jellyfishes, because one of them has tingled me. I like sea sides. We often travel to my country’s seashore. It’s close and it’s astonishingly cheap, but has absolutely no reason for it. People call it “litoral”. I really like spending hours and hours laying in the sand and waiting for afterglow, eating oriental food (a lot of Tartar people lives on the coast and maybe they are the nicest people I’ve ever met).
But my greatest adventure had place at Budapest: the charming capital of Hungary - a small coffer with undiscovered treasures. I'll never forget that day when I met my other half for the first time. :)