This morning we got up a little earlier than usual for a Saturday and hopped into Blue Thunder for a morning trip seeking a castle.
After seeing the castle, we drove through town and I mean we literally drove through town
Once we got onto the regular car friendly streets of town, we found a parking garage in which we outsmarted all the Germans on the cashier machine. They were not having much luck so they let us go ahead of them. Somehow, we managed to pre-pay as they looked over our shoulders and were on our merry way in no time. When we looked back, we saw that they had all gathered around the machine trying to figure it out. We thought about offering our assistance but as you can see, they outnumbered us and surely it doesn’t take that many people to figure out how to pay for parking…surely not.
It was a proud moment and we definitely felt that we had redeemed ourselves for accidentally driving down a road that we are still pretty sure was a sidewalk. Is it so wrong that I’m gloating about this??
There was an overwhelming amount of bakeries and wine cellars lining the streets, each with something unique to offer. I ended up ducking into the first wine cellar on my right around the next left corner. I could spend three days doing wine-tastings and sampling wonderful fresh pastries.
I purchased three bottles of local wine and spent a pretty penny on some chocolates that I am really hoping are worth their price, but then, I’m sure they will be. We’re talking about chocolate here. Let’s be honest, there is no such thing as good chocolate. My mother raised me right.
We discussed that the pastries didn’t even look real, but oh indeed they were and there is no such thing as “too good to be true” in this town. Dani bought a cherry…thing…and shared a bite with me. I couldn’t believe my taste buds. It was sehr gut. 🙂
If we’d had more time, we would have dined at my Wein-Cafe. We kind of blocked traffic to get the picture shown below and one gentleman stood next to me to have his picture taken, trying to be funny. I had to explain to him that, “Ich heiße Emily” and then he understood why I was having my photo taken. He was quite the prankster but a very nice man and kind of reminded me of the German version of my grandpa.
This is the most beautiful place on earth and I’m never going to leave. Unless they physically remove me and even then, I dare them to try.