Well, a little bit of it, anyway.
Five of us - three adults and two children - have stuffed our gear into a VW wagon and made our way from France to Germany, via Italy and Austria.
The highway system that links these countries is consistently excellent, though expensive in places.
At one of the toll stops, where we had pulled over to assemble the correct change for the booth, another car pulled up behind us and the driver got out to tap on our window.
He told our driver (who shall remain anonymous) that they had been wandering too close to the middle of the road, and perhaps we would all die in a fireball if this continued.
He politely made his point and went back to his vehicle. A far cry from the extended middle finger and cry of "get off the road ya fuckwit!" that I'd expect from Australians in similar circumstances.
Along the coast, Italy is mountainous and beautiful. There are endless villages strung out along the mountain ridges, with farms perched precariously on the slopes and huge greenhouses on every flat surface.
Then we turned inland, where it becomes rather monotonous. Flat and full of corn.
Our overnight stop was at the Garda Lake, which happens to be next to Italy's answer to Disneyland - Gardaland.
We didn't go there, but our hotel was clearly set up to cater for families that do. It had a massive buffet and some language-free entertainment for kids (magic and mime) after dinner.
The next day we continued towards Germany. The landscape became gorgeously mountainous again as we drifted through Austria.
