Saturday, April 23, 2011
Bright and early we trekked up the mountain, to the ruins of the castle.
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Barren vineyards all around, waiting for summer to slather them with green and purple. A narrow old path, steep and lined with stacked flatstone, leads up to the old seat of the local bishopry, now thoughtfully transformed into a cafe where tired and thirsty travelers can take their ease.
I am still a spawning wreck under this fierce hayfever. My nose is a disgusting faucet, my eyes are ferret-red, I'm all a-quiver with clammy, sweaty chills.
But I persist. Because goddamn, guys, GODDAMN. Its breathtaking here in Bernkastel-Kues.
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