We decked out the little fella in his Easter gear for the occasion. Before we left, I put the poor thing in his Easter basket for a quick photo shoot. Because, why not?
The market turned out to be very tiny. A few vendors selling spring and Easter decorations, a few food/beer/wine stands, and a car show. I found a cute spring wreath to hang on the front door and of course wine and food. The Germans have these “festivals” just so they can relax, eat, and drink. As if they need an excuse. I love this lifestyle.
The weather was gorgeous, though, and Cochem is a beautiful romantic town in the Mosel valley. We had no problem finding something to do once we saw the market. The locals went bonkers over Owen in his babiators. He doesn’t love the sun in his eyes (but who does) and doesn’t mind wearing his shades. Plus, it is an unwritten rule that every fighter pilot’s baby wear babiators, isn’t it?
Gosh, what a stud.
Spring was radiating from every nook and cranny. Gorgeous floral displays. Blue skies with scattered white fluffy clouds. It was a perfect day. Everyone else felt that it was a great day to visit Cochem, it was packed for a Sunday. Because it is a touristy town and tourist season is just starting to kick off, the shops and restaurants were all open. Typically, everything (EVERYTHING) in Germany in closed on Sundays.
We parked the stroller at a table at an outside restaurant along the river and enjoyed the almost hot weather with a glass of wine made from the vineyard across the river and a baguette.
We grabbed Nutella crepes and walked off our wine (!!!) along the river, which provided stunning views of the Cochem castle, majestic and beautiful up on its own little mountain overlooking the town and riverbend. I am so in love with Germany. These stunning landscapes take my breath away every time.
The baby napped for most of the walk, but when he woke, he was as happy as the Easter bunny. He absolutely loves to be outside (we are outside as much as possible on the nice days) and was adored by many old German ladies along the path as he babbled and cooed at the chirping birds. He smiled at anyone who stopped to look at him, he’s such a flirt.
We took the long way home to enjoy the sunshine and the gorgeous river views from the switchbacks on the narrow back roads (which I generally refuse to drive on). We hung out at home and worked in the garden before going to church.
His shirt says, “I’m egg-stra handsome.” Indeed you are, little one. Indeed you are.
Check back in the next few days, I’ve got a recipe coming your way, as well as a post about our trip to Belgium last weekend.