It was early Sunday morning, when my sister and I packed our
travel suitcases, arranged things in the car, tuned in to some local radio
station, placed Snusmumrik conveniently in the window and began our five days
road trip to France. It was rather chilly at 8 am and everything was covered in
morning dew. Germersheim, the city where my sister lives and the starting point
of the trip, was still silent, sleepy and foggy, but to me it looked mystical
and enchanting, as if promising the great adventures ahead of us.
