He was definitely mad, but mostly in a good way. A very endearing sort of manner that she couldn't help but associate with him. Sometimes it was a little frustrating, but otherwise, it was brilliant.
"Oh, let's see," Amy paused, thinking back. "Starship U.K in the 33rd centrury, World War Two England to meet Churchill and Daleks, some museum which then caused us to go to the planet where the Byzantium crashed, I think it was called Alfava Metraxis or something like that. A real alien planet in the 51st century." Amy's face lit up. Not that it was the most exciting visit to one, seeing as she almost got killed by Weeping Angels. "Let's see. After that it was Venice in 1580, then it was supposed to be Rio but ended up being Wales in around 2020. Then after that, the Doctor was being really nice to me and took me to the Musee D'Orsay. Then we ended up visiting Vincent Van Gogh." Amy let that sink in for a moment. It was positively brilliant. "Then I landed here." She shrugged. At least she hadn't landed home or somewhere without the Doctor.