Wine and roses

We knew this day would come . . . all through the long, dark winter we knew that summer would arrive and bring light, life, color, and phenomenal day trips that cause Elsa to say, "This is the BEST ausflug I've ever had!" (ausflug = getaway).

Today was this day.  Heading just a few miles up the Rhine and into the lush green hills, we visited the medieval monastery of Kloster Eberbach, which now produces some fabulous wines.

Medieval wine cellar

Unlike our last trip to this area, we found ourselves with a couple of very cooperative little travelers this time around. 

Then it was time to head to the hills, through the vineyards, and back to Eltville to catch our train home.

Except that it is the Rosentage (Rose Days) festival in Eltville. . . on second thought, let's give Elsa a lollypop and take the later train.

And Clara. You have a lot to learn, my little lady . . . a rose is to be smelled, not licked.  But as long as you're happy . . . why not.