Is riding tandem on our little scooter, affectionately known as put-put, through the streets of Switzerland.
With the sun usually setting, the smell of grapes usually heavy on the air, the wind usually through my hair, and my arms almost always wrapped tightly around the only man I'd probably ever trust to drive with me on back.
And we'd take our time about exploring every little street, finding any excuse to extend our ride.
Along the lake, to neighboring villages, down the steepest of hills, to cool parks, to new markets, to old buildings, through familiar neighborhoods and new ones, to that one church, to our favorite graveyard.
Stopping, of course, to explore whenever the fancy hit.