Article,  Vacation

Wine a little you´ll feel better.

Hello and welcome to a new article!

As already mentioned in the previous article (“Vacation in Rheinland-Pfalz.”), after six days in the Pfalz the journey continued to the Mosel. As our first destination we chose the Schmitt-Hof vineyard, which is in the village of Thörnich. This small village is located directly at the Mosel and about 25km north of Trier. There we stayed two nights. The first day we spent exploring the surroundings by racing bike. We fought our way up the mountain between the vineyards and enjoyed the cool headwind on the way down.

The next day we had no choice but to stay in the motorhome. It was raining cats and dogs, so riding a racing bike was out of the question. Instead I spent the day reading and drinking wine. The crackling of the rain on the roof of the motorhome created a pleasant and cosy atmosphere. I simply enjoyed doing nothing all day.

In the meantime I had already found three more camper sites and tried to contact them by phone. However, I could not reach anybody, so after two days stay in Thörnich we just left on good luck. This time it took five hours until we finally found a place that was not completely overcrowded with tourists. On the way to Pünderich we drove through Bernkastel-Kous, Traben-Trarbach and many other beautiful places. The beauty of the area always left me speechless, so I could only sit there and be amazed.

 

On our way to the next camping site.

Arrived at the camping site, we set off for the next village. There we found a very cosy restaurant and made ourselves comfortable. We got to know new people and tried our hand at half the wine list. It was soon clear that we had to take some with us and so we bought some bottles of wine and grape juice. Around midnight, all the other guests had already left, the innkeepers wanted to close the shop slowly. So we took our things and were about to leave, but then the wife of the innkeeper insisted that her husband should drive us home. Long story short: the husband brought us back to the camping site, which was about two kilometers away and we were very happy that we didn’t have to carry the bottles all the way back. Up to that point I had never experienced anything like that before. Never before I had been driven home by the hosts.

The camping site was directly located at the Mosel.
In Traben-Trarbach

After we had slept in the next morning, we rode the 16km by racing bike to Traben-Trarbach. The way there and back was already breathtakingly beautiful and I was also very impressed by the city. The Moselle divides the city into Traben and Trarbach. On one side there is a small pedestrian zone, which is in the shadow of the castle, which towers above the city. On the other side there are larger shopping shops, some restaurants and inns, and more and more residential buildings. In general, it is much more pleasant to cycle along the Moselle than in the Pfalz, as you can cycle along the water all the time and there are no hills to overcome. Especially as the cycle paths are also much better developed.

 

Another highlight was the castle Eltz, which we visited the following day. But on the way there, the navigation system sent us criss-cross through the mountains. Driving downhill and many braking did the motorhome no good, so we had to stop and gave the vehicle a half hour break. At some point the Navi sent us through a village up a mountain. We turned around a sharp bend and from the corners of my eyes I could just about spot a sign saying “no truck” and “15% gradient”. The motorhome with its three and a half tons is not yet a truck, but it is very high, long and fully loaded. The way up proved to be nerve-racking. Next to me there was also the steep slope, which I didn’t really welcome with my fear of heights. After what felt like the longest four kilometres of my/our life we finally made it and reached the top. After another ten kilometers we arrived at the parking lot of the castle. From there it was about 15 minutes on foot to the castle. We walked just three meters on the gravel path, then I slipped and fell down. At the last second I managed to save my camera, which I was holding in my hand, before it would have fallen to the ground. My left hand and my left knee immediately started to bleed. I went back to the camper (luckily we had high-proof alcohol with us) to wash my hands and knees. Since I can’t stand the sight of blood, I got dizzy. But after a few minutes I calmed down again and we started a new attempt to visit the castle. The effort was definitely worth it. The view when we came out of the forest and turned around the corner took my breath away. But not only from the outside, but also from the inside the castle is worth a visit. A short fact on the side: It has been owned by the Eltz family for almost 1000 years and since it served as a residence and not as a base, it was never attacked. Even Napoleon simply overlooked it.

Castle Eltz.

The last parking place we visited was in Burgen directly at a hotel. From there we made a Moselle tour to Koblenz by boat and back. The trip took two and a half hours each way and we had a stay of about two hours in Koblenz. To be honest, it was not worth it. It was so unbelievably warm and because the ship was moving so slowly, we had hardly any wind. I got a bad sunburn on my back and we couldn’t see much of Koblenz either.

 

 

On Saturday we went back home. I enjoyed the holiday very much and it was not bad at all that we didn’t go abroad this time. We saw a lot, met a lot of nice people and finally relaxed again. I think you don’t always have to go far away to have a nice holiday.

For me now the “seriousness of life” or so begins again.

Enjoy the last warm days.

Until then,

Your Patrizia

 

Courtyard of castle Eltz.
Eltz Forest.

One Comment

  • OmaElke

    Moin liebe Patrizia,
    da ist Dir wieder ein bongforzinöser Bericht gelungen, herzlichen Dank dafür!
    Sehr gerne bin ich mit Dir und Jens an der Mosel längs gefahren, die ich von etlichen Besuchen kenne und ebenso begeistert bin wie Du. Burg Eltz hat mich auch sehr beeindruckt. Ich bewundere die damaligen Baumeister.

    Straußenwirtschaften habe ich am Neckar besucht und erinnere mich mit Vergnügen an die riesigen Leberwurstbrotscheiben oder Brote mit Griebenschmalz, die es zum Wein gab und die ich mit zwei Händen halten musste. Die Brotscheibe war ein Gedicht. Und passend der Wein dazu. Ich war mit einem Kurmann dort und auf dem Rückweg (Fahrräder) fuhren wir in Schlangenlinien und sangen dazu: Donau so blau, so blau, so blau… Das passte zum Schwung. Die Straße war eine verkehrsärmste Seitenstraße, sie verlief oberhalb der Bundesstraße. Da konnten wir uns das erlauben, und es hat Spaß gemacht.

    Bedauerlich war Dein Sturz. Als ich in Deiner Handynachricht las, dass Ihr mit Rennrädern auf Schotterwegen unterwegs seid, hatte ich Sorge, dass es einen Sturz geben könnte. Schotter ist rutschig, weiß ich aus Erfahrung. Gab es zum Glück nicht. Aber einen kleinen Dämpfer hat es wohl geben müssen in all den schönen Tagen und Du bist doch noch hingefallen. Sowas schmerzt und ich bedaure, dass Dir das passiert ist. Haben sich die Blessuren wieder restlos verzogen? Ich wünsche es Dir.

    Nach dem Urlaub ist vor dem Urlaub, denn plant Ihr jetzt den nächsten Urlaub mit dem WoMo, quer durch Deutschland und vielleicht in anderer Richtung? Obwohl es in der Gegend, die Ihr jetzt erkundet habt, ja noch ungeheuer mehr zu entdecken gibt.
    Viel Erfolg dabei wünscht Euch
    OmaElke

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