It had been established the last year on our other European adventure that my cousin was in fact, the map master. She had an incredible eye that I could never possess, and so she was always in charge of the navigation.

We caught a hop-on-hop-off bus the previous night because I was feeling too unwell for anything else. We drove past something that would not leave our mind for the rest of the night. This incredible grandeur was a dimly lit castle, that every princess would dream of; and that's where we wanted to go. Although with a head cold as bad as mine was if I knew how many stairs we had to walk to reach it I probably would have objected.

My head was pounding and I felt so congested, after our day out around the outskirts of the city we decided to have a quick sightsee before dinner, and then head back to the hotel for my health's sake.

The stairs were killing me, but I kept on following the map master. Lisa continued on giving me words of encouragement, but they would go straight over my head. About halfway through I began to feel dizzy, Lisa began to overtake me, and the stairs were winning the battle.

But my determination didn't cease. I wanted to reach the top - I needed to reach the top. And eventually I did, and there it was.

All emotions of feeling sorry for myself had dissipated and were completely forgotten once I had reached the final step. Standing tall before my eyes was the Fisherman's Bastion.

I believe the sight alone could transport anybody into a world where they were royalty. We wandered around the terrace and oversaw the panoramic views of the Pest side, where you could see the Parliament Building in all its glory. The neo-Romanesque and neo-Gothic styled towers made me feel like I was in a dream, but after a little while my head began to feel foggy again, and my dizziness came back so we decided it was time for dinner.

We ate up in the Bastion, outside of a restaurant that had a magnificent view of the Spanish styled Matthias Church. I ordered Goulash with a homemade glass of lemonade, hoping it would be some sort of home remedy to cure my sickness.

While I was sitting there waiting for a miracle to happen and chatting about the day with my cousin, You Got a Friend in Me began to play from the tiny restaurant speakers that hung just above us. My heart fluttered. In that moment, I forgot about how sick I felt and just listened to the beautiful song that reminded me of someone special that I knew and missed dearly. But in that moment, I was reminded that we would see each other again, and it felt as if everything would be all right.

This city took my heart, seeped through the cracks and repaired any damages that had ever existed. My love is you, Budapest.