St. What’s Basilica? Leaning Tower of Where? Anne Who’s House? Spending 4 weeks getting intimate & interactive with the rest stops, service stations, driving conditions, and road rules of Europe was not exactly what my 18 year old self had in mind when she first set out across the Atlantic all those years ago with her Mountain Equipment Co-op backpack, Eurorail pass, and quick-dry travel pants.
This is what the Autobahn, Autosnelweg, Autoroute, and Autostrada look like through the windshield of Miss Quincy & The Showdown‘s English rental van:
Autosnelweg Windmills, the Netherlands
Autobahn Ausfahrt, Germany
Autostrada Porn, Italy
Country Road, the Netherlands
Rainy Autostrada, Italy
Autostrada Tunnel, Italy
Autostrada Alps, Italy
Autoroute Canola Fields, France
Autoroute Sunset, France
Holy Hamburg, where did you come from and when can I see you again!? We only spent 24 hours together, but they were probably the most random and surprisingly wonderful hours of the entire adventure in Euroland.
Evidence of this claim as shown by, but not limited to, the following 3 facts and 15 photos:
- After putting out last-minute pleas through phones, Facebook, and Couchsurfing our homeless selves were welcomed into the home of a friend of a total stranger … who turned out to be a match made in random friend heaven.
- We arrived in Hamburg to discover the city buzzing with its first spring day and randomly parked Sharan (our VW minivan) next to the inaugural outdoor dance-party of the year thrown in a squatted yard beneath a section of railway tracks in The Schanze.
- The Quincy crew played at one of those rare I’ve-never-seen-anything-like-it-before! venues. The itsy bitsy teeny weeny Mobile Blues Club is a 12m x 2.5 m mobile cart that is parked on the edge of a busy street in the middle of the city and has been transformed into a warm hub of music by the wonderful Thorsten Fixemer.
Go-Go Space Porta-Loo!