Summer’s done. The Herbstdult came and went, and our neighborhood’s Weinfest with it. Time for a short break to the other corner of the country, to a similar-sounding place that sort of used to be Bavarian outside of Bavaria. ((But that Palatinate — Pfalz — should not be confused with our Upper Palatinate — the Oberfalz. Wikipedia knows more.))
Back then, we used the ÖPNV ((Öffentlicher Personennahverkehr, or “local public transit”)) to get from Heidelberg in Baden-Württemberg over to Freinsheim in Rhineland-Palatinate and save us the trouble of trying to park in or near the tiny town and keeping at least one Genießer in reserve as a Designated Driver for the trip back.
This year, the Heidelberger are more accurately described as Birminghammer and pal Snooker trained it down from Berlin. We picked her up in Mannheim on the way to a Ferienwohnung within walking distance of the town of Freinsheim: about 5 kilometers, one way.
Freinsheim is a cute little town. Once inside the gate, we could already see the streams of people following signs to the start of the Weinwanderung.
From there, it was 7 kilometers of gastro-pilgrimage, and though we got started relatively early, arriving in Freinsheim on foot around noon, about 30 minutes after the Weinwanderung officially opened up for the day, the stream of visitors was already in full force.
Like on our last visit, there was a surprising variety of food on offer: everything from typical Germany-wide Fest fare (think Bratwurstsemmeln) to regional specialities (Saumagen) to gourmet-on-the-way stuff (exotic soups and seafood). The stands seemed to be separated into food and drink, which is great, because you shouldn’t try to sample something from every stand along the route: there were 20 stations, and most stations had at least a couple food items to try and three or four wine varieties on offer.
All of that local atmosphere, plus cooperative weather, led to miles of smiles.