My mom got to celebrate her birthday in Germany. We made sure to celebrate it in true German style with none other than a weinfest. Ürzig, a tiny town along the Mosel, is probably our favorite one to date. And we’ve been to a lot of wine festivals.
It was, yet again, a quaint little street full of wine, and people and food. This little town was alive, so vibrant and pristine. I adored every little thing about it.
…what else would you put in the cup holder on your stroller if not a bottle of wine…? The Germans were so proud.
Sweet Owen kisses!