Rain and Spring Road Trips

Restorative damp.

Winter has a way of overstaying its welcome.
 
At first it’s charming. You romanticize it and say things like “It’s actually quite beautiful.”
 
And then one day you realize you haven’t felt genuinely warm in weeks, your motivation has quietly packed its bags, and everything you own smells faintly of damp.

Which is usually about the moment I start thinking about spring. Not in a dramatic, running-through-a-meadow way. 
 
More in a practical sense. 
 
Longer days. Lighter jackets. The ability to leave the house without mentally preparing for a battle with moisture.
 
A few years ago, before kids entered the group chat of our lives, my wife and I took what turned out to be our last proper road trip. Just us, two dogs, and a small car that slowly filled with mud, dog hair, and questionable life choices. 
 
We traveled roughly 700 miles over a week. Camping our way through England and Wales.
 
It was technically early summer. But it was the UK, so “summer” at any time meant wet, windy, and the occasional burst of sunshine that felt legally misleading.
 
We were soggy, exhausted, permanently covered in Labrador hair (inevitable), and completely happy. It was the kind of tired you earn by putting in the miles. The kind of memories you don’t need a full camera roll to remember properly.
 

 
These days, our road trips look a little different. 
 
Fewer dogs. More children. There may be less dog hair, but more emotional negotiations. I’ll spare you the full story of taking a ferry to France with a toddler and a baby, except to say: bring earplugs. Always bring earplugs.
 
Which brings me to spring. After the winter we're having, I need to scratch the itch to get back on the road with windows cracked open, landscapes slowly changing, and no strict agenda beyond “drive there and see what happens.”
 
That’s why I compiled a series of Spring Road Trips in Germany. Nothing frantic or checkbox tourism. Just routes that calm the soul once winter loosens its grip. 
 
From Bavaria, the Black Forest, Saxony, and the North Sea coast, there’s nothing like the countryside waking up and small towns shaking off hibernation.
 
It’s the kind of travel that pairs well with spring. If nothing else, it’s restorative.
 
If you’ve been feeling the same seasonal itch, it’s worth a look (even if you don't plan on traveling farther than your favorite chair in the living room).
 
See it here → Spring Road Trips in Germany
 
No pressure to plan anything. Sometimes, just knowing the road is there is enough. Spring will show up eventually. And when it does, I fully intend to greet it with a lighter jacket, lower expectations, and a healthy respect for weather forecasts.
 
Herzliche Grüße,

Eran Fulson