When we woke up, we were shocked by the snow that had fallen overnight and covered our car and the hotel grounds. It was the first proper snow that we had seen since setting off (we had seen that brown slushy mess at the side of the roads but I’m not counting that) so we were pretty exciting to say the least. A few minutes were spent taking one or two clique footprint photos and some more minutes were spent in a compulsory snowball fight.
We dried off, paid the bill and left the slightly eerie hotel we had spent the last two nights in*. Apart from the drive from Teesside to Newcastle, this was the shortest drive of the trip at two and a half hours according to Google Maps. However, we expected it to take much longer that than. For those of you that don’t know (and I doubt there’s many of you), when England experience even the slightest drizzle of snow, the whole country has a meltdown. Public transport stops, roads closed and homes are evacuated. Therefore, you can’t really blame us for expecting our travel time to be tripled after a few inches of snow. When we made it on to the Autobahn, it was a completely different story. Traffic was running smoothly and we didn’t pass one single pile-up. It really is just England that goes into panic mode at the sight of a single snowflake.
Exactly as we had planned, we arrived at our AirBnB in a small town outside of Rothenburg ob der Tauber just after midday. We were staying with a lovely woman named Jutta, along with her husband and dog who were equally as friendly. We we renting a section of their house that included our own living room, bathroom, two bedrooms and balcony so it was a really nice change to have so much space after spending the last few days with the three of us cramped into one room. After getting to know Jutta and her dog, Coffee for a little while, we headed out to explore Rothenburg.
For anyone who has never visited or heard of Rothenburg ob der Tauber before (completely understandable, I hadn’t either) it is a reasonably small town in Bavaria, well-known for its well-preserved Old Town and abundance of toy shops. We spent several hours walking the town walls, admiring the quaint buildings and trying not to break an ankle on the icy cobbled streets. Once you step under the arch of the town wall, it really does feel like you’re transported back in time and it isn’t so hard to imagine what life would have been like during the Medieval Ages, as I doubt much has changed since.
Once we were back at the AirBnB, we spent the remainder of the night watching Louis Theroux’s Weird Weekends and discussing life back in England. We all realised that it hadn’t yet hit it us that Jordan and I wouldn’t be going back to England with Meg when she left. It was hard to image that we weren’t simply on holiday and weren’t sure of the next time we’d be back home but whenever I thought about it, all I felt was excitement.
* For anyone who is thinking about visiting Frankfurt am Main and would like to read my full review of the hotel that we stayed in – feel free to read my TripAdvisor review.