Even a short 10-day trip to Bavaria does it’s magic: falling in love again. And again. And again! Every time I set foot on this beautiful area, the question pops up where my “home” is. Home, not like where I live and work. Not like where my sons are or my husband. Home means “Heimat”. And for many people, Heimat means where you were born, but it could also mean where you want to be buried.

When my brother Jürgen and I went for a bike ride with their e-bikes (my first time riding an e-bike – fabulous!), he showed me a tiny cemetery where he wants to be buried. That is Heimat, is it? It’s not that we are in a rush, but it is comforting to know your final destination I guess…..