I driving on the Rhine river road, past Walluf, past Eltville, to the town of Oestrich-Winkel… a small wine-growing town on the banks of the Rhine. (The town is also home to the renowned – in Germany, at least - European Business School).
I chose this hotel because it looked like a rustic
farmhouse. I drive up the main highway, and then take a turn inland. I drive
through the very small streets of the town (actually more like a village) … two
, three blocks. Then I am in the vineyards. I drive through the vineyards.
There are no houses, only grape vines.
Finally after a few minutes, I see a bit of a valley with a house, a
large farm house nestled in its bosom. I
drive towards it. After all, I have nothing to do other than follow my nose. (My
GPS lady said I ‘had arrived’ minutes ago as I drove past the last house in the
village.) I turn right and head down the very narrow road, and drive into the yard.
I park, follow the sign to the hotel and walk up the stairs. There is a note on the door written in German
of course: be back in 5 minutes. So I wait. Finally a little old white hair
lady shows up.
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