In the middle of it all - Burgbernheim, Germany

Bavaria was a large part of our trip to Germany, though honestly, more of it should have been spent there instead of driving five hours from Berlin to Germany's southernmost state. But now I know.

Our second stay (after Berlin) in Germany was in central Bavaria. The main sites of this three-night stay were Bamberg, Wurzburg, and Rothenberg, so we needed a spot central to these places so the drive wouldn't be too overwhelming. After all, I didn't want to spend all day in the car, no matter how much fun it is driving on the Autobahn. (Hint: It gets old. It's a freeway, after all.)

My lovely and talented wife was in charge of finding places to stay once I had determined the itinerary. For this section of our adventure in the Fatherland, she chose Burgbernheim, a place I had never heard of, but was glad to have visited.

We approached Burgbernheim on B470 coming from the northeast, a road I drove several times during our multi-night stay in the area, and one I found myself enjoying quite a bit. It went through small town and a good pace, but more leisurely and less stressful than my cruise speed of 170 KPH on the Autobahn. As our GPS system showed us we were getting blessedly close, a town arose from the gently rolling hills of the Bavarian countryside. And after over five hours in the car, I was more than happy to be done driving for the day.

We had found our place on Air B&B (all the cool kids do that), but it's called the Streuobst-Appartements Burgbernheim if you're looking on Google Maps. We had a very nice two-story apartment on a quiet street, Erbsengasse. My daughter was ecstatic to have a bunk bed. Our view was of backyard of the owners, but we tried not to stare - that would have been rude in any language.

Burgbernheim is not big on tourist attractions. In fact, if it has any, we didn't see them. It was our base of operations, but a pleasant one. We ate twice at the highly recommended Gasthof zum Goldenen Hirschen restaurant (my favorite wiener schnitzel of the whole trip, and which I have already written about here), along with daily trips to the Grammetbaur bakery. The pastries were excellent - I mean, look at the Shinken-Kase Stange! You didn't even know you wanted one until just now. Bacon and cheese on an awesome little pretzelish roll? Yes, it was amazing, and I weep at inopportune times knowing I can't have them anymore.