Bacharach

It was raining when we left Rothenburg this afternoon.  We stopped at the Christmas store for one last purchase.  As you travel from country to country, and city to city, you sometimes wish you had purchased that one item.  You know you’re not going to find it in the next city, or country.  It is unique to that area. 

Malerwinkel Pension, Bacharach

After a brief shopping trip and visit to McD’s, we’re on our way to Bacharach, getting closer to Frankfurt for our departure on Tuesday.  Even though we’re driving at an average of 120 km/hr.,(and still getting passed on the left)  it takes us three hours to get to Bacharach.  The hosts at pension Steeger Tal, where we usually stay, are not home.   This seems to be typical during this time of year.  We do, however, find a room at Malerwinkel Pension.  The building is 300 yrs. old and is situated outside of the town’s turm, away from the train tracks.  It turns out to be a quiet location.

Enjoying Apple Strudel

Bacharach

Cafe Restaurant Rusticana

We walk into town via a pathway from the pension’s back entrance.  

We return to a restaurant we ate at on our last trip--Cafe Restaurant Rusticana.  The owner was sitting at a table, by herself, at her computer playing solitaire.  We order Jagerschnitzel and ½ roasted chicken and entertain ourselves, and our hostess, with conversation.  Her English is perfect and is a joy to talk to.  She is a race horse enthusiast and owns several champions.  She shared a photo of her champion mare who had won a race in France on June 26, 2010.  Her husband was also in the photo.  He passed away five days later.   After a long visit with our friend, we walk down the street to a local winery’s restaurant and tasting room.  We enjoyed tasting eight progressively sweeter white wines for eight euros.  Having lived in this area for three years, we are biased to German wine.  Of course, the Spatlese and Auslese, sweeter wines, appeal the most to us.  Now we just have to walk “home”.