Over a year in the making, Kelly and I finally got to have our Wine on the Rhine weekend.
After arriving in Oberheimbach, a town so small you can practically spit from one side to the other, we quickly found that most things are already closed by 8pm on a Friday. Thus, we enjoyed a very fancy dinner for two, and ate so much that we barely touched our Apfelkuchen dessert.
The next day we rose with the sun (my bad for not closing the sunshade on our window before bed) and after a homemade German breakfast embarked on a 17km hike through the wineries and hills surrounding the town. Though we got rained on (more than once) and my crankiness showed its face (more than once) in the end the views were totally worth it.
We spent the rest of the afternoon and evening enjoying some local wines and the best Schnitzel I have ever tasted, while trying to get the restaurant dog, Arthur, to play with us (to no avail, sadly).
The next morning, a little worse for the wear though still ready for adventure, we decided on a whim to take the train to the next town over, Bacharach, and boy was that a great decision. Our visit happened to coincide with a Renaissance Faire, and we nursed our hangovers with savory crepes and lots of excellent people-watching.
bocadillo de calamares (calimari sandwich) with tinto de verano
melon con jamon, olives, a loaf of bread and a big cervesa
cafe con leche and writing post cards in plaza mayor
fancy tacos and margs at lulu’s taco bar
a cubo of 5 beers for 3 euros at cerveceria la sureña (we each had our own)
croquettes, tortilla, fried goat cheese with blueberry sauce and patatas bravas at fatigas del querer. (the waiter tried talking us into ordering the special, baby goat. we declined.)
needless to say I came away from spain a happier, tanner, probably heavier woman. worth it.
Yesterday marked the first day of Christmas Market season here in Cologne! After discovering this fact towards the end of the workday, I decided that it was imperative that I visit one immediately upon my arrival in the city center.
However, after having not eaten since lunch, the last thing I needed was a hot cup of Glühwein, which I would quickly grow tired of and need to chug in order to move on with my evening.
Try not to get nauseous looking at the painstakingly-planned photography… aka taking a photo with my cell phone, one-handedly, while holding the remains of my wine in the other hand and rapidly becoming more tipsy than is acceptable when alone on a Monday at 7pm.
As you can see there were lights, and red and green things, and of course there was a variety of handicrafts… all of which I had no interest in as the tipsiness set in and my sights set on such delights as fried mushrooms with garlic sauce, Spekulatius cookies shaped like the Dom, and even the fried fish sandwiches Germans seem to be so fond of.
Luckily, I was able to get myself out of there in time to not stuff my face with fried delights. Maybe next time.
end of the module. end of the year. end of the program.
git ‘er done.