The signs pointed towards Gräfenburg, a place I know fairly well. A lovely little village not far from our home here in Kleinsendelbach, Gräfenburg is the gateway to the "Franconian Switzerland" and, as such, has played a very important role in this region's history. Well known for its breweries, many of Gräfenburg's old half-timber buildings lean precariously into its uneven cobblestone streets, and the few that don't boast traditional handpainted Bavarian murals on their sides.
But as I drove down the winding street, which then merged into the next, beautiful Gräfenburg was altogether dismissed. I ached to explore something new.
All at once, the road forked. Most cars veered to the right. Only a small yellow sign pointed towards the left, towards the village of Affalterbach. I head never heard of Affalterbach, though it was only minutes from my house. Perfect. Left we went.
As we returned to the car clouds started to gather. Our timing couldn't have been better. I could have just as well spent the morning at the mall, sipping on Starbucks. But this little adventure, it was priceless. And an important part of me was brought back to life. Welcome back, spontaneous adventures. I hope you're here to stay.