Fahrt. It evoked great giggles with our children anytime they saw the word Fahrt, meaning Journey or Ride in German. But alas, it could not be avoided for all over the roadsides were signs for Einfahrt, Ausfarht, and all other forms of Fahrting, making for more eruptions of laughter, and long minutes of Himself and I trying to calm their back seat laughter only to begin again as soon as someone spotted another Fahrt.
Talk about Planes, Trains, and Automobiles. We covered just about every mode of transportation on our great Summer 2011 Adventure.
The second I got into our little Opal Combi, I knew I was in trouble. It was a 6 speed manual with reverse where our first is, and 6th gear where our reverse is located. Menacing. I can drive a stick and am pretty good at it, but having to get up to speeds of 120-140 mph in a merge lane only 100 meters long into traffic travelling 200mph, did not tickle my fancy. Himself on the other hand was in his fast-car-loving-glory to the point I was pretty sure he imagined himself in a Porsche, and not a family sized combi. While I prayed and pressed my invisible emergency brake yelling, “I’m scurred” causing that little muscle in the side of his head to twitch, I must relent and say he drove like a pro.
We did have to stop often, at least every 90 minutes, as the driving was hard, or someone had a bloody nose, or barfed, or our sweet little baby girl had to tinkle- we nicknamed those moments as FRITZ HAS TO SPRITZ. We spent more Euros on that little girl’s “donations.” Yes you do have to pay to “go” in Germany.