The Rheingau

September 21, 2016 — 10:47pm; Rudesheim am Rhein & Treis-Karden

I think I will be saving Freiburg for last. It’s been too good to me. Instead, here is a glimpse into my excursion into the Rhine Valley, one of Germany’s better known wine regions (there are quite a few).

I stayed in Bingen, a ferry ride across the river from Rudesheim (am Rhein). This was the view from my Airbnb. Wait, it gets better.

If you’re going to do one thing whilst in the Rhine Valley (besides drink wine), DO THIS. Take the cable car up into the hills. The view of the valley from here is unparalleled.

I was a little iffy about how touristy Rudesheim was, but once I got up here…. I could literally hear the pitter patter of my heart.

In this moment, there was nowhere else I’d rather be. There will never be enough time to soak in the view… the quaint little towns spread out in the distant valley, the steep vineyards, the steady flow of everyday life along the Rhine… In this moment, everything made sense. I really am supposed to be here, right now.

Oh, this was the view behind me. The Niederwalddenkmal monument built in the late 1800s to commemorate the unification of Germany. This thing was ginormous by the way. Worth seeing up close.

Best believe these vineyards are steep.

And here’s the selfie I risked my life for, but would not have been willing to die for. 😏

Ah, did you drink any wine, you ask?

Went to Vinotek Georg Breuer first and Herbert Philipp before heading to The Mosel. (Went to Weingut Scholl last night where I’d ordered lunch and dinner at the same time. Had a half sweet/dry Riesling and PN. They were..okay.)

Also went to the local wine museum. It was in a small castle. Every town has its own castle it seems. Pretty cool. Headed to my hotel in Treis-Karden after. I’d decided to stay here since I’m visiting Cochem tomorrow.

Treis-Karden is the other reason why I’m writing right now. My heart is still bursting. Today was amazing. The view above the Rhine, the train ride to the Mosel, the peaceful flow of the river as I admired this little town from the bridge,… meanwhile the sunset was creating an unforgettably romantic feel. I’m also pretty tipsy off of the bottle of 2014 Riesling spatlese trocken (sweet/dry) from Weingut Otto Knaup. Small local family winery with a restaurant.

It's time for some food porn. This is Flammkuchen with roasted potatoes. Classic Flammkuchen is flatbread with onions, bacon, sour cream, and cheese. (I literally started eating this like a pizza and remembered that I’m not a savage, so I used my fork and knife.) SO. GOOD. Tara made me some a while back. Honestly, didn’t think I’d be into German food, but so far so good. Can’t go wrong with carbs (and pickled veggies!). Until you gain 10 pounds. Which I just may.

Understanding now why Germans enjoy such dry and highly acidic Rieslings. Need to cut through those carbs/fat.

Also, I was the only non-German person in this place. Filled with the 50–70 group having Wednesday night drinks with the homies. This is how you know you’re in the right spot. #realsquadgoals

Today’s spoils. The little blue bottle is a liquor made from Georg Breuer’s Riesling grapes. A schnapps-brandy that is surprisedly easy to drink. Bringing that home for Hubs. Also because I like the bottle. Saving the PN to drink with Tara once she’s done with classes. Currently drinking the Riesling. Semi sweet, semi dry, light oak, blah blah blah. Just can’t get over the fact that it smells of roses. ROSES. I worked in a flower shop for years, always leaving the store smelling like roses. I loved it. I miss it. I wish we could all smell like roses. Done. See you tomorrow, Cochem. I do not doubt that you will impress.

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