Crossing Borders By Bike: A Father And Son Ride From Germany To Switzerland For Church And Coffee
I had such a pleasant Sunday afternoon with my son Augustine in biking from Lörrach, Germany to Basel, Switzerland that I’m still smiling about it several months later.
Biking From Germany To Switzerland For Church And Coffee
Regular readers know that wherever I am in the world, I make it a point to attend church on Sunday. That’s a personal conviction, not a requirement of my faith…I don’t begrudge the faithful who take a break from church on vacation, but I don’t view church as something to take a break from…it’s a way I take a rest from my labors each week.
When I’m at my in-laws, I attend the Anglican Church in Basel, just over the Swiss border, and what makes the entire day even better is that I bike there, a glorious 7-kilometer bike ride through the forest and into the city. This time, Augustine asked to come along and so the two of us set out about 3:00 pm so we could enjoy the bike ride and stop for coffee before church.
Springtime in Germany and Switzerland is lovely and the weather was perfect for a mid-afternoon bike ride. I can usually make the trip in about 25 minutes, but it took twice as long with Augustine, which made me glad I had budgeted the extra time.
I’ve shared my favorite coffee choices in Basel and today we stopped at Brü. With the Swiss Franc so strong, a flat white set me back almost 9 USD. I hate tariffs in general, but I particularly detest the way Switzerland has been treated by the US in terms of tariffs, but that’s another issue for another day… we enjoyed a nice cup of coffee.
We still had a bit of time before church and used it to enjoy the beauty of Basel.
The service was fine…a fairly dry sermon, but lovely music.

After church, the sun was beginning to set as we biked back home. The Anglican Church uses a chapel in the Basler Münster, a Reformed Protestant church built between 1019 and 1500 on the site of a former Roman fortress.
Biking is a very dangerous risk in LA…I do not recommend it. But in Switzerland, you can cross busy thoroughfares and never worry about being hit by poor drivers.
We arrived home just in time for dinner.
Best part of the day? Precious time and conversation with my son.
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