Six years ago I became friends with a Spanish girl in New Zealand and last week I met her in Germany to travel together France.
It still boggles my mind.
I spent two absolutely amazing weeks visiting the Loco Amiga in Brauneberg, a small town in the wine region of the Mittel Mosel. On the way to the airport she asked me if my visit was what I had hoped, and I only evaluated my expectations then.
I left just wanting to get away. I wanted to sleep late, switch off, enjoy wine with lunch and sit in the late afternoon sun with nowhere to go. I wanted to escape the daily humdrum and be caught up in the unfamiliar. So yes, my holiday was all that I could have wished for.
10 things in short:
|Random windows in Brauneberg|
- Germany is much more beautiful than I expected. The smaller towns reminded me of the fables my father use to read me.
- I was overwhelmed by hospitality: there was always time for a glass of wine or a detour.
- The real evidence of German engineering should not be their luxury cars, but the vineyards planted on the steep slopes of the Mosel.
- My favourite German word was funf (five). It’s the combination of "fun" and "oomph" that had me smiling every time.
- The German wine classification system is very confusing. The more wine I had, the better I understood. Not.
- You can never have too much Riesling.
- They cater extensively for the wine tourist. We tasted 40 wines (out of 201!) from the surrounding area in a self-serve vinoteque for €15.
- Festivals: they do it better. The neighbouring town hosted a regional wine festival for 5 days that saw 200 000 visitors tasting from 35 wine stalls.
- Riding a bike: it’s like riding a bike.
- The miracle cold cure: fresh crushed garlic, one teaspoon butter, one teaspoon honey (or to taste) in a cup of warm milk and then straight to bed. Just don’t plan any tastings for the next day!