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“First, you hold your glass of wine carefully over a white surface in order to check its colour. Then, you sniff at the wine, not too strongly otherwise all the tender aromas will not reach you fully. And only then comes the tasting test.” *Slurp*.
What my dear friend & “winesome” blogging colleague Anna Zell has taught me during the red wine workshop in Burgenland, I am able to share with my friends a good 24 hours later travelling from Vienna to the Slovakian capital city Bratislava. Angelika & Gudrun, for example, smile at recalling some of their first modest experiences with tasting red currant wine during their youth, and I have to say that I am a) too young to laugh with them and b) have never tasted red currant wine before, a wine that is typical for the area of Devinj near Bratislava. Is it sweet or dry?, I wonder right before its tasting. But let us start from the beginning. Tasting red currant wine on this trip with the TwinCityLiner from Vienna to Bratislava only happened rather late after all (” … that you have drive home still today, well that is rather tragic!”, our dear guide for the day Richard laughs). But first of all, let me tell you about …
… our red wine seminar in Blaufränkischland Central Burgenland. Here I am, learning what I shall put to good use during my day trip with the TwinCityLiner from Vienna to Bratislava: Do’s & Don’ts of proper wine tasting!
From Burgenland to Lower Austria to Vienna to Bratislava. Everywhere, wine grows as a connecting element of this unique Central European #winelover destination! On the Danube river, the TwinCityLiner creates perfect connections for city hoppers like us.
“Elena, where are you?” Arriving at the TwinCityLiner boat landing stage at Vienna Schwedenplatz, I am already being waited for: On this Sunday, my dear friend & travel blogging colleague Angelika Mandler has designed a really cool outing for us travel bloggers. Gudrun Krinzinger (“Reisebloggerin“), Florian & Cori (“TravelPins“), Albert Karsai (“ComedianTraveller“), Angelika of “Wiederunterwegs.com” and I hop on board the speed boat from Vienna to Bratislava and get to know the “Slovakian way of life” for the day – last but not least thanks to the efforts of our dear city guide Richard! On board, Astrid has prepared some breakfast for us which is greeted by camera flashes, Social Media shares & enthusiasm. Off we go, then, slowly making our way down the Danube canal and out “on to the open sea”, the mighty Danube river downstream to Bratislava. Well, it is a sea breeze “kind of”, as we landlocked Austrians like to think … 😉 ).
Around Bratislava, we discover the pretty little small town Devinj (“Theben”) right by the Danube river: Wine. Castles. History. Nature. And views that span many hundreds of kilometres! It is beautiful here.
The radiant sun on this intensely luminous spring day, which opens the view on a fascinating and immensely vast landscape, surely does play a big part in our happy TwinCityLiner excursion. However, to fully understand the area and its history means also getting face to face with what has been here not so long ago: Meter-high barbed wire fences, the shooting command of the local police and the fear & shackles of the former “Iron Curtain“. Unfortunately, I have to admit, the consequences of this recent history, which ended only 25 years ago by the fall of the Berlin Wall, still form a part of our reality today: Almost all our travels that we have taken either as a family or on my own have led us almost exclusively into the “West”. And so it happens that I am here for the first time in my life, on this beautiful day in May, at what is literally only a stone’s throw away from where I live in Lower Austria.
“For us, the boundaries have simply always been open”, I nod in agreement to Florian & Cori, of “TravelPins”. We are so lucky, really. Check this out.
Check out even more travel pics about Bratislava as well as our trip to Theben (“Devinj”) and the TwinCityLiner here on Flickr:
Disclaimer: We have been invited by the TwinCityLiner on this trip from Vienna to Bratislava. All opinions are my own.