This was the thing that didn’t go as planned: we’re supposed to reach Munich, Germany, in 8 hours.

It was Friday afternoon—the first day of our 21-day road trip in Europe. We were supposed to pick up our rented car earlier at Schiphol Airport, Amsterdam, but we went into some last-minute frenzy and arrived a bit later. When we left Schiphol, already behind schedule, it started raining. With thunders.

We applauded ourselves for ‘leaving this rain behind’ and decided to adopt our happy, sunny summer mood. So off we went, accompanied by Despacito blaring from the stereo.

We should be in Munich by 7 PM. Or maybe, on the pessimistic side, 9 PM. But the reality was this: we didn’t reach Munich on our first day.

Entering Germany, we got caught in a horrible traffic jam.

I told D that the traffic jam made me feel as if I was on Jagorawi highway, back in Jakarta. I never thought there could be such a long and massive traffic jam in Germany. Sure, we started off in the middle of July, when summer vacation was in full swing and everyone was out with their campers and caravans. But there must be something more than this.

We sat in the traffic jam for hours: talking, singing, making jokes, and trying to find some means of entertainment until we got tired of them all. We also found out the culprit of the traffic jam: massive road works.

The good news was that recently, in June, the EU was set for free-roaming. This means we can use our Netherland or Italian SIM card to access the Internet without any roaming charges, all across the EU!

With the help of Google Map, we decided to find a detour—leaving the highway to avoid the road works. This detour led to another detour since the alternative road suggested was also undergoing road works and (un)welcoming us with roadblocks.

At the end of the day, we found ourselves being on a detour of a detour of a detour, driving along small and winding countryside roads.

That was when we realized that we would not be in Munich by the end of the day. Surrendering to this, we decided to adjust our plan and tried to find a place where we can camp, put up our tent, and sleep for the night before continuing our journey the morning after.

That day, we ended up in a small town called Frickenhausen.

Early in the morning, we left the camping ground and found out that the highway was not getting any better.

The traffic jam was still as bad as yesterday, so we had no choice but to leave the highway and once again, took the small countryside roads. This wasn’t all that bad, actually. I had to admit that I liked it more than the boring highways.

Sure, you would need to drive slower and it might even take a longer time to reach your destinations, but I love the view from the window of my passenger seat. The houses, the farms, the hills, the fields, the mountains, the charming old towns… I thought suddenly I understood the meaning of the sayings: the journey is the destination. It’s the moment when you stop counting the hours to your point of arrival; realizing that you are somehow enjoying these in-between hours to get ‘there’.

And then, I screamed.
I screamed when everything turned yellow.

We passed rows of sunflower fields!

Not many people are aware of this, but I have dreamed of standing in the middle of a sunflower field since I was a child.

For this reason, I love sunflowers. When I started a photography business with a friend of mine a few years ago, we called it Sunday & Sunflowers. We launched the business by sending pots of sunflowers to our friends and colleagues.

So, I was smiling and laughing and screaming uncontrollably when we were passing a random town that day and seeing sunflower fields along the way! It was like finally having your childhood dream in front of your eyes! Seeing this, D stopped the car in a quiet patch of road, and let me absorb the beauty of the flowers while jumping and dancing around happily.

I didn’t walk to the middle of the field, though, because the sunflowers were planted very close to one another and I was afraid that I might harm them. I just walked around back and forth sniffing the sunflowers and jumped backward in surprise when a huge bee was buzzing from one of the flowers, almost kissed the tip of my nose. I giggled. My heart was filled with a simple kind of joy, a simple kind of happiness.

Maybe, sometimes, things don’t go as planned because we need a detour.

Because maybe, if all goes well, we won’t see the things we would love to see, we won’t experience the things we might be happy to experience, or we won’t grow to be the person we could have been. Maybe things need to go wrong before it can get right. Maybe we are forced to go on a detour because we are too comfortable riding along the wrong path. Maybe it’s about surrendering instead of fighting, about trusting instead of fearing.

I could recall one moment in life when everything seemed to go wrong, then stumbled upon a saying that there is no wrong path in this life and that all roads lead to homeWith that being said, even when things seem like they don’t go as planned, they actually do.
They always do.

It kind of rings true to me, and more than everything, I want it to be true.

Because sometimes, what it takes to believe is simply believing. And I want to believe that a horrible traffic jam, a plan that goes awry, and a detour of a detour of a detour, would only lead me to my sunflower field.

I wish you all a happy summer. And may you, too, find your sunflower field anytime soon.


8 Responses

  1. I put my personal rules on my blog page: Rule Seven — Choose a direction rather than a destination [be open to all that comes your way]. Many wonderful things have happened that way — not the least of which is 48 years married to my red-head travel partner.

    1. I love this >> choose a direction rather than a destination. And oh, 48 years! I don’t know you but I love you both! So inspiring to know that you can be married for 48 years, still traveling together, and still together! <3 #relationshipgoals :') Send my regards to Alie 🙂

  2. I actually think about this a lot. My life has had so many paths and I am thankful for the ones I’ve chosen because they led to me to where I am now. I sometimes wonder where the other paths would have taken me, but I have enjoyed the journey so far I try to live without regrets, even if things don’t go according to plan. 🙂

    1. Connecting the dots of my life’s experience has always been something I love to do. It’s like trying to fit a million pieces of a puzzle. But the puzzle board keeps on expanding, infinite. So a piece that might not fit in the board right now, might fit in the expanded board later on. We just need to store that piece and set it aside for future use. In the mean time, we just need to keep going, to keep playing 🙂

  3. Really love this post!! Yes yes,, now I realized I do have many things didn’t go as my planned but, here I am now. I can travel to many places, I can meet many people from around the world and many many things that I’ve never imagined before.. You inspires me to write about this topic.. May I? 😀
    Always love your writing Hanny 🙂

    1. Hi, beautiful thing! Sure, sure, feel free to write about this, and I would love to read your journey and how all the puzzle pieces fit in the end :* Thanks for dropping by! And congrats for the house! Looks cozy!

  4. I love your blogs. ☺️
    This one, reading it while taking my coffee this morning, is very enlightening. I am at a detour in my life and just waiting and feeling what is next for me. You’re right There is no wrong path in this life,mall roads lead to home.

    Keep up the good work! ?

    1. Thanks, dear! Good luck with the detour. I feel like I’m always having a detour every 2-3 years 😉

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