Budapest was the final stop of my trip — and a wonderful way to close out an unforgettable journey across Europe. By the time I arrived, I was fully in the groove of solo travel and completely ready to enjoy everything the city had to offer.

I continued my tradition of riding historic transit, starting with Metro Line 1 one of the oldest subway lines in the world and then hopping trams across the city. A lot of my time was spent near Liberty Bridge (Szabadság híd), sitting above the Danube during sunset with a cold Hungarian beer in hand. Those evenings were simple and perfect.

After Berlin, I journeyed to what would become my favorite destination on this trip.

Prague was beautiful, rich in history, and a lot of fun. I was obsessed with the beer — which, much to my surprise, exceeded Belgium in both availability and affordability. Everywhere I turned there was another cozy pub pouring perfectly crisp Pilsner.

I couldn’t stop fawning over the castles and cathedrals, towering over the city with centuries of stories behind them. Even on a more mundane level, I found the city impeccably clean and remarkably safe.

Berlin was one of the stops I was most excited for — not only because of its massive historical significance, but because my visit happened to land on my 26th birthday. I arrived ready to explore and ready to celebrate.

The city itself felt unlike anywhere else: a fascinating blend of gorgeous pre-war buildings standing beside modern post-war reconstruction, plus a scattering of brutalist architecture that I personally love (even if not everyone does). I visited the Brandenburg Gate, admired surviving Berlin Wall segments, grabbed currywurst from a street vendor, and made the most of Berlin’s excellent U-Bahn and S-Bahn systems.

After Brussels, I made a short and slightly hungover train ride north to Amsterdam. This was one of the cities I had been most excited for. My hostel was in Amsterdam-Oost, a bit away from the center, but easy to reach by tram and in a quieter neighborhood of its own.

I spent my first morning wandering along the canals, eating stroopwafel fresh from a street store, and taking in the picturesque bridges and tilted houses. The afternoon was dedicated to Vondelpark, relaxing in the grass with music and sunshine filtering through the trees. In the evening, it was the usual Amsterdam scene of cafés, coffee shops, and then a little bar hopping. I even made a new feline friend at The Old Bell off Rembrandtplein.

Brussels wasn’t a city I knew much about and that made arriving from Paris by train feel like a blank slate. I planned to stay only a couple of quick nights on my way to Amsterdam, but I was pleasantly surprised by how much Brussels had to offer: striking architecture, great food, and excellent beer everywhere.

My hostel was on the edge of the city center, but Brussels was easy to navigate and walkable. I took full advantage of the *etro, and even more advantage of the waffles and beer. One night, a group from the hostel went out to Delirium, where we sampled far too many Belgian brews from their famously massive menu.