I woke up in Brussels at an hour that felt like a personal attack. The city was still half‑asleep, the sky undecided, and even my coffee looked like it wished it were still in bed. But Hamburg was waiting, and with six hours of road ahead of me, I figured it was best to start before my...
Somewhere along the long northern stretch of the A1, the landscape opened up into wide fields, wind turbines, and that very German sense of order — and suddenly I found myself pulling off near Osnabrück, the unofficial halfway‑ish point between Münster and Bremen. Osnabrück is one of...