Every year they bring the cows down from the mountains after grazing at the higher elevations for about 100 days. They are usually accompanied by a big load of cheese produced during this period as well. The cows return is usually marked with floral headdresses and lots of anticipation. My group and I missed the cow parade by just a few hours, but we still caught the costumes. I am still on Swiss cloud #9. I love this place!

Many Italians live in pretty small spaces so they enjoy the opportunity to get out and enjoy some fresh air. Many gather on large piazzas which turn into living rooms during peak hours (usually 17:00-19:00) - Especially on the weekends. This ritual stroll is popular with all ages, but especially the youngsters who enjoy socializing and flirting with one another. Of course, many of the older Italian men don't grow out of this.

While in Rome I started my passeggiata at Piazza del Popollo (near the Spanish Steps) and walked down Via del Corso. It was full of people doing what the Italians do best - Absolutely nothing.

This doesn't come easily to me - The achiever who thrives on getting things done. While everyone else was strolling I was darting in and out of people. What was the reason for my hurry? Habit! Clearly I have a thing or two to learn from the Italian people.

Today I decided to get away from the crowds of Rome and go for a run just outside the city in the Acqueduct Park. I've heard and taught about these aqueducts, but to see them and imagine their ability to bring fresh water to a million people is almost hard to fathom. Another thing that was hard to fathom - The park was virtually empty. If you're looking for a quiet oasis in Rome, this might just be it.

My heart is breaking for these migrants that are fleeing their war torn countries. The news is one thing, but today my trip to Munich brought me a lot closer to the real people that are risking their lives to find safety. Seeing a bus full of women and children loading a bus brought me to tears, but seeing the desperate people behind the fence at the intake center was more than I could handle. I feel a call to action spurring inside me, but I'm not sure where to start.

I found myself rushing around on Sunday after my walking tour, but I snuck in an hour near the Seine with my iPad in hand. I seriously considered this a break, but then I witnessed these people literally napping along the banks of the Seine. France is a pretty secular country, but they have this Sabbath thing down. It's interesting that what I love most about the Europeans is what I struggle with the most myself. Resting/being still just doesn't come naturally to me. I've got a lot to learn!

Today I took my group to a wine estate just outside of Beaune. I knew it was harvest time, but I didn't dream they'd show up during our visit. It sounds like 2015 is going to be a good year for Burgundian wine.

I'm heading back to Europe in a few short days and this time I want to take all of you with me. I'll be sharing photos, tips, and stories about my adventures over the next two months. Please share with friends and chime in to share your own travel memories, tips, local hangouts, etc. I might just check them out!

For me, travel is as much about doing the wrong thing once so YOU don't make the same mistake on your next European vacation. I'll keep you posted on my honest mishaps and adventures along the way. Aren't those the things that you remember long after your trip is over anyway?

Looking forward to traveling "with you".

Andiamo!