Leaving Paris and traveling to the
German city of Koblenz was both a gloomy and welcomed change. One can get used
to the active life in such a large city, but being from Windsor, a small town
by comparison, one longs to be close to what is familiar. Many people from
Windsor can be negative when asked to describe their hometown. However, Windsor
is of the best places in the world in our opinion. As Rob likes to say,
“Windsor is a geographical anomaly- four hours from everywhere”. (Points to
anyone who recognize that reference.)
Within a short time one can travel from Windsor to great cities like Toronto,
Chicago, and Amherstburg, or beautiful, natural parks, or enjoy the farm and
wine country; we have a reasonable cost of living, super restaurants, an
expansive waterfront park, and an active downtown music and art scene.
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Ted shares a drinks with Rob |
In
many ways Koblenz is much like Windsor - it is located near many great European
hot spots and offers excellent unique cultural experiences including outdoor
ones all of which brought us back for a second visit. Like many Germans, the
Rhineland people are proud of their country and are quite willing to share the
greatness of their homeland with visiting guests.
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Dog owner at Bahnhof |
Detlef
- or Ted - our German host, very much exemplified these characteristics. As
always he picked his guests up at the Koblenz hauptbahnhof (train
station), and welcomed them with a beverage such as a cold Koblenz beer, a
schnapps, or a coffee with a homemade dessert. Like many Germans, he loves his
dog Mason and treated him as a favoured child (Germans appear to be very fond
of dogs. They are well trained and
welcomed everywhere including malls, marketplaces, cafés, and even on trains).
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Castle tunnel over highway |
Koblenz
is located on the confluence of the two great rivers - the middle Rhine and the
Mosel. In 2006, the entire area was named a UNESCO world heritage site as both
these rivers offer great cultural experiences, scenic architecture history, and
excellent outdoor living. Six
years ago during this very week both Beth and Rob hoped that one day they would
return to sip the popular Riesling wines, and perhaps pedal the bike trail that
meanders along the 160 km Mosel river bank that extends from Trier to Koblenz.
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Cochem Town Square |
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Castle peaked town |
As
biking was not feasible with the sudden change in season, renting a car was the
best option. To obtain the best rental car price Ted connected with friends in
the business while Rob searched popular websites at last locating a Volkswagen
Golf with unlimited mileage and a GPS for 48€ 8per day.
(Oh joyous GPS! The extra 4€ per
day was worth every penny as it reduced the stress for both Beth - & hence
fewer fearful gasps- and Rob as it provided verbal prompts and a clearly
outlined map to help him navigate through steep, winding streets and
autobans.)
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The town of Kues across from Bernkastle Castle |
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Castle grounds |
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Kues riverfront |
Along
any given stretch of the Mosel you may find yourself speeding almost
limitlessly for a few kilometres through a forested river valley intermittently
broken by vineyards of Riesling grapevines terraced on a southern facing
slope. Then, with only a moment’s
notice, you must drop to 30km/hr to mosey past a town consisting of many-century-old half-timbered houses,
now occupied by vintners, grocers, bakeries, pubs, and residents that have
lived their entire lives within this narrow half kilometre boundary nestled
beneath a castle-peaked hill.
It
was in one of these little towns that Rob and Beth stopped at for their evening
meal when they found themselves captivated just before receiving the dinner
cheque. An elderly German couple, wishing to share a glass of wine and
conversation, asked to seat themselves with these strangers to their local
haunt.
Neither one spoke a word of
English.
Beth and Rob could only
use a rudimentary amount of German needed to perform social tasks such as
ordering a meal, or in this case, accept the request extended by the couple.
The twenty minute visit consisted of
Rob and Beth trying to comprehend the slightest bit from the stories the
smiling, happy Germans told while responding with toddler-level German
supplemented with abundant charades that helped also to break up the inevitable
silences.
At evening’s end Beth
and Rob understood that they had always lived in the town, had one child living
abroad, and were celebrating their fiftieth anniversary. The evening ended with
a celebratory anniversary drink and pleasant goodbyes.
Reading your blog with great enjoyment - but wondering why you write in third person? :-) Have a wonderful, wonderful time!
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ReplyDeleteGood to hear from you!! I have been thinking about all of you that I have "left behind" and wishing you well... especially this year.
Third person... leave it to you to notice :) Sometimes Rob writes the blog, sometimes I do, and sometimes we write together. This made first person awkward so we settled on third person (although there is a little first person in the form of "we" thrown in for good measure.)
Hope all is well and that I'll see you in spring?
b
I agree - Windsor is the best!! :)
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