One of the things I really wanted to do in Germany was to go for a walk in the forest. And so one humid afternoon we went into the woods, walked around on the soft underground formed of moss and spruce needles, hugged the long, raspy logs, smelled the aroma of a Bavarian spruce forest, and looked up to see the light sky above the dark crown of the towering trees. Inside the woods it was also cooler than in the open, where the farmers were busy cutting the grass and making hay before the next rain. Later that day we saw some deers stepping out from the tree cover and browsing in the high, left-over grass before disappearing again into the trees.