Hey Mr. Repairman, it is not okay to ring the buzzer at 8:00 am. My baby sleeps until 9. I sleep when baby sleeps. This won’t happen again, do you understand?
But since I’m up, I figured I’d get a jump start at this week’s post. Remember when I used to blog almost every day? Ha. I don’t.
Aside from the way we fell in love with our house and the property, one of the reasons we chose to live here was the location. With the Mosel River in our backyard, the opportunities were endless. We had every intention of going to Amsterdam last weekend, but instead we ended up doing a Mosel River tour, for the first time since we lived here. For having lived here for 18 months, we know very little about the local area and that’s because any chance we get, we go out and explore Europe. Last weekend we stuck around a little closer to home and we are so glad that we did.
One Mosel town we’ve never really explored is Cochem. I’ve been there with a friend over a year ago, but the Viper Pilot found it in Rick Steves’ Germany book and wanted to see what the fuss was all about.
For the dead of February, this adorable wine town remains quite vibrant.
Giant grape presses were scattered throughout the town, each one painted differently to add a quaint little touch.
In Iowa some towns have painted cows or pigs around town. This is vineyard country. These folks live and breathe wine.
Funny, me too. I also like wine.
After grabbing lunch at a cozy little restaurant,we wandered the streets, did a little shopping (I’m loving my new infinity scarf that matches every nursing top I own), and ducked into one of the many wine cellars for a tasting.
We sampled a wide selection of their award winning wines. The winemaker taught us the difference between grapes from steep and flat vineyards (fun fact: English speaking Germans often pronounce ‘v’ as ‘w’ so they call them winyards). Steep vineyards have a lower production, but greater quality (more sugar). We love the local Rieslings, but we were also introduced to a regional favorite quality of wine called Spätlese (late harvest). We also sampled wines from the same vineyards but different ages. Our favorite wine came from a vineyard with vines that were 75 years old. Another favorite came from the vineyard just across the river, where she pointed out her husband who happened to be working that day. I mean, how cool is that?
We left with six bottles of spectacular wine to add to our very own wine cellar.
Our little peanut was perfectly content hanging out in his pram, bouncing along the cobblestones and taking in the sights, smells, and sounds.
He loves his tote bag attachment (I’m not sure what it is really called) because he doesn’t have to be strapped in and can kick around while staying nice and toasty.
Just up the river is the town of Beilstein, a cozy place Rick calls the “quaintest of all Mosel towns.” It was like a ghost town, but we wandered the streets of this “sleeping beauty of the Mosel” and decided we’d have to come back this summer to see if Rick is right or if his info is outdated. It was eerily abandoned looking and I just find it hard to believe it is as exciting as he claims.
It was beautiful nonetheless. We explored the narrow lanes and glanced in the windows of ancient wine cellars.
The tiny town was given market rights in 1310, so just like most of Europe, it’s old. The Earl of Beilstein ruled in his castle up on a hill above the town, which now sits in ruins.
We went on an off-road hike up to the Burg (castle) to take in the amazing views of the Mosel riverbend and carpets of vineyards. The trail we hiked was lined with overgrown vineyards, abandoned by younger generations opting out of the ancient family business of winemaking. Kind of like farming in Iowa…
Family selfies with the Nikon are hard.
Owen had his two month shots yesterday and he’s been fighting a low fever off and on. He’s a super happy guy despite it all but we’re getting in extra snuggle time. 🙂
Have a great week, everyone!