R and I are on way to Germany today for our friends' wedding this week. In the car we have all we need for the six to eight hour drive to our friends' hometown—snacks and lunch; a fully loaded CD changer with ABBA, Aha!, The Coors, Lenny Kravitz, Madonna, and some Algerian and French music. On the windshield, Victoria (R's British voiced TomTom helper) is perched ready to guide us from the French countryside to the German countryside.
The fastest route to take is via Switzerland, through the French-speaking parts (Geneva and Lausanne) over to the Swiss-German side. At Bern, the Swiss-German border, road signs appeared in both French and German, and childish as it sounds, I couldn't help giggling at the German sign for exit, Ausfahrt. The countryside is beautiful, rolling hills with the mighty Juras in the background. A thousand shades of green cut by bursts of yellow fields of tournesols, or sunflowers. We cross over to Germany shortly after Basel, a Swiss-German city I visited in 2000 with my Mom on our European tour.
As R and I get closer to my friend's hometown I am very excited, even though I only last saw them twelve days ago, it seems like an eternity. Traveling on a Sunday was a good idea—sans arrêter, we made the trip in 6 hours and 15 minutes. Feeling very happy and lucky to be here to share their special week with J, M, and their families.
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