Better Together on Wheels

Fläming Skate Germany

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There are a few things I will hold dear from the first day of spring: the radiant sunshine warming my face, the fresh breeze blowing through my hair, the lightness of my feet and the feeling of Mother Earth all around me.

My husband and I had spontanously decided to take the train out of our hometown Potsdam, Germany, to Jüterbog (which lays about an hour drive south of Potsdam) to spend the day in beautiful Fläming. Once I strapped on my skates and got our picnic basket strapped on the bike, we headed off to the Fläming Skate.

 

The scenic bike and skating route leads through fields that seem to disappear on the horizon, dense pine forrests and through small villages and farms. Since the Fläming Skate is Europe’s largest skating trail, it’s definitely attracting many professional skaters. Hence the  several skaters  moving in unison, trying to bring the conga line to a new level –on wheels.

 

As I am by far not as advanced, I pulled some adventurous skating moves. Eventually, in my moments of exhaustion, my husband Darshon, who was biking beside me, grabbed my hand to keep me moving forward. Sometimes, he would slingshot me forward so I could take on the hills. I love how we laughed together. –First, because it took me by surprise. Later, because I became a sucker for speed. We put on some Jack Johnson (Our absolute favorite right now. I encourage you to give it a try!) and time seemed to be on hold. There was just the trail, us and the sound of music.

We took many breaks, which gave us great opportunity to snap some pictures away for you.

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We had just sat down on the wooden bench below the pine trees. In front of us was an infinite field, which had the first green grass that would later this year turn into grain, poking out of the dirt. We spotted a hawk circling in air from a distance. There was absolutely no sound, besides the wind rustling through the branches, a woodpecker pecking and birds chirping the soundtrack of this beautiful day. We sipped our sparkling wine (Obviously we don’t drink and roll. So we drink, then roll.)  and just listened while taking it all in.

We must have been right in between two villages. –Three kilometers to the east is the one we just came from, five more kilometers to the west is the one that was yet to come. The only direct way connecting both of them is the bike trail we were sitting next to. Yet, out of the distance appeared an anitique car. It was silver and sped past us as if it was being chased. Then there was nothing for five minutes, until it came speeding back the other way. It happened two more times, but the fourth time, the car stopped right in front of us. The driver, an older man with a white mustache, slowly rolled down the squeeky window and leaned over to us. What was going to come was the most absurd question: ,,Have you seen a fast food place around here? I heard there was one near by.“ (For you Germans, he was specifically looking for a Döner.) This man must have driven at least 27 kilometers already to find a fastfood restaurant.

What should you take away from this situation? No matter how terrible your food cravings are, always remember that there is a man speeding many, many kilometers through the middle of nowhere in his old car to satisfy his craving for fast food.

travel candyI heartly recommend a visit to the Fläming Skate to you, if you are looking for a day out of the city or come as a tourist to Berlin or Potsdam, but also want to see a little bit of the country life in Germany. It’s definitely a travel insider, since it seems incredibly unknown for tourists who are not visiting from close by. So check it out! I am sure you will enjoy this piece of Travel Candy.

 

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Darshon and I took great memories and a heck of a muscle soreness home with us. And we would do it all over again!

Love,

Worldpal

 

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,,Ich hab gehört, hier gibt’s einen Döner.“

2 Comments

    1. I agree. It just happened so fast, there was absolutely no way I could have snapped a pic.
      Haha, Darshon tells me every time that favorite is only spelled with an o in the US, but somehow it simply won’t stick. ^^ So whenever you see it spelled correctly, you are safe to assume that the article was carefully edited. Let me change the spelling right now. Thank you for the good find! 🙂

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