The Long Way Home Still Counts
The final stretch. From Freiburg northward, straight through familiar names and familiar stress: Karlsruhe, Frankfurt, Bad Hersfeld, Jena, …
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The final stretch. From Freiburg northward, straight through familiar names and familiar stress: Karlsruhe, Frankfurt, Bad Hersfeld, Jena, …
The night was wet. Properly wet. Rain and thunderstorms swept over the meadow by the motorway, behind the strip of forest and the railway …
October 3rd began with wind. Proper wind. Stormy gusts that stayed with us all day, pushing grey clouds across the sky at speed. Eighteen …
The plan was to reach the sea one more time. At least in theory. First, we said goodbye to Moritz, the dog, who in the morning had very …
Es war ein nahtloser Grenzübertritt. Außerhalb der EU schon über 3000 km sind wir gefahren. Das kleinste Land liegt im Tal links und Rechts …
The sun reappeared, conveniently just as we crossed back into France. An interesting coincidence. At nearly 2,000 meters altitude, light …
It was time to step away from the city routine and back onto the road. Northbound this time. Further south would have been tempting, …
After a day like yesterday, sleep came easily. Deep, uncomplicated. The kind that resets things properly. For today, the plan was simple …
Sunday in Barcelona leaned heavily toward shopping. The weather helped, soft, inviting, and so did the fact that many shops were actually …
The sunrise never really showed up. It stayed hidden behind clouds, leaving the morning grey, damp, and slightly unfinished. Not what we …