Crossing Borders
With the exception of a few Eastern European countries, crossing the border between two EU countries is a disappointing non-event.
Coming from Australia, where crossing a country border meant literally going over-seas, the lack of occasion is a little annoying. I was hoping for some kind of Disney-esque animatronic singing-dancing "It's A Small World" production, or at least some stereotype-laden sign ("Welcome to Austria!" with a smiling Arnold Schwarzeneger and some Sound of Music photos, anyone?). Very much not the case.
I remember the first border we crossed in the van at the start of the holiday—between Norway and Sweden—as being a few kilometres of excitement ("EU border in 1km" signs) and then driving through a shuttered border guard post at speed.
In hindsight even that was pretty exciting compared to continental Europe, where you normally get a 1km warning sign, then nothing until it dawns on you that the motorway exit signs are in a different language.
Ho hum.