It was time to step away from the city routine and back onto the road. Northbound this time. Further south would have been tempting, originally even planned, but some ideas don’t survive contact with calendars. Not on this trip. Our next destination was Andorra. Getting out of Barcelona took about an hour, mostly because the city prefers farewells that involve …
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The sun reappeared, conveniently just as we crossed back into France. An interesting coincidence. At nearly 2,000 meters altitude, light broke through above the mountains, and then we began dropping fast. The road carried us downhill through grey, seemingly abandoned villages clinging to the slopes, steadily toward the valley. It was immediately warmer than Andorra, brighter too, and somehow more …
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Es war ein nahtloser Grenzübertritt. Außerhalb der EU schon über 3000 km sind wir gefahren. Das kleinste Land liegt im Tal links und Rechts Berge, Tankstellen, überall der Sprit ist wesentlich günstiger ein paar Häuser graues Wetter viele Menschen 20° warm aber nichts gegen die tollen spanischen Temperaturen, Werbetafeln, Einkaufszentren, nichts aufregendes und einladen des Tanczik Tourismus und aufgrund der …
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After a day like yesterday, sleep came easily. Deep, uncomplicated. The kind that resets things properly. For today, the plan was simple and ambitious at the same time: Sagrada Família and the beach. Architecture and horizontality. Stone and salt. The basilica was easy to reach by metro. Barcelona’s underground system works smoothly, even if it feels louder and more cavernous …
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The sunrise never really showed up. It stayed hidden behind clouds, leaving the morning grey, damp, and slightly unfinished. Not what we had imagined the night before. When the sneezing started, we took it as a hint. We packed up and moved into the car. The angler nearby hadn’t caught anything either, which felt oddly reassuring. Still, the night had …
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Sunday in Barcelona leaned heavily toward shopping. The weather helped, soft, inviting, and so did the fact that many shops were actually open. T-shirts, ashtrays, postcards, shirts, trousers, scarves. Everything distributed evenly across a dense labyrinth of streets. We wandered through it calmly, immune to most tourist offers, which felt like a small personal achievement. Somewhere along the way, we …
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Crossing into Spain didn’t come with a dramatic shift, but the tone changed quickly. The first coastal towns along the Costa Brava were unmistakably tourist-oriented: promenades, compact beaches, everything arranged for short stays and long summers. It didn’t bother us. We were passing through, not checking in. Near La Selva de Mar, we touched the Mediterranean for the first time. …
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The night in the vineyard was short. Not because it was uncomfortable, but because the wine harvest waits for no one. At five in the morning, enormous machines began moving through the rows, efficient and indifferent, harvesting grapes in the dark with industrial calm. Somewhere between sleep and waking, it became clear that staying was no longer part of the …
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We started again in Chamonix, which felt less like a beginning and more like a reluctant release. Mountains don’t really say goodbye; they just allow you to leave. Heading south, we stocked up on cheese – serious cheese, the kind that already smells like commitment – and merged onto the motorway with the quiet confidence of people who know they …
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Back in 2013 we set off on a road trip that would take us from Berlin all the way down to Spain. I was travelling with my former girlfriend Susan, and as with most good road trips, the real journey started long before the destination ever came into view. Leaving Berlin meant hours of asphalt, changing landscapes and that quiet …
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Sunrise and sunsets are probably the best-est of times to explore Hampi. It looks like a veritable lost world and…
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