There in the Ahr, it struck me once again that the Germans are incredibly different than Canadians. To a Canadian, light walking means maybe 10 or 15 minutes to reach a destination. To a German, light walking almost always means hiking- in this case an hour of strenuously hiking up and down the side of a friggenly picturesque mountain that really rapidly lost all of its appeal. All so we could end up exactly where we started, to go to the actual winery and drink some local vintages.
Yum. I’m not really into wine but these were so good. Part of the tour was a wine tasting and lunch, but I couldn’t decide between the red and the white. The red being the winery’s specialty, but the white being my more preferred variety. So, my friend/colleague, Evelyn (I met her in Altenburg- she was actually the teacher for my course) was trying to help me decide and the bartender was a like, here- I’ll give you some of both. So, I looked like the ultimate wine-o in front of all my brand-new colleagues, coming to the table with a glass of each. They were both pretty good. I got the sweetest ones that the winery offered. I found out today, through experience, that the sweeter wines are the ones that are way less offensive to my palate. I also got to keep the cups that I drank out of. They had a cute little poem on the back:
Wenn Du das Ahrtal ganz willst sehn,
Musst Du durch den Mayschosser Weinkeller gehn.
It was a pretty good afternoon :)


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