German Wine Cup

In the fall of 1988, my Aunt Liz, Cousin Pat and I flew to Frankfort, Germany, rented a car and set out for areas through the Black Forest, Bavaria, Switzerland, Austria and back to Frankfort, by way of Munich. The trip still holds great memories for me.

We had no planned itinerary and each day drove to what looked interesting to us. Not once were we on the Autobahn. We kept to the smaller routes. One such place that lured us was Ulm, Switzerland. There we stayed in a beautiful hotel. I remember the breakfast buffet where corn flakes were served in a sterling silver punch bowl! I had not seen this before or since.

In Hallein, Austria we toured a salt mine which proved to be lots of fun. We also took the "Sound of Music" tour in Salzburg. (I have been fortunate to have taken this tour twice in my lifetime.) We also toured the Neuschwanstein castle in Bavaria, Germany. One beautiful day we happened upon the Alpine ascent of the cows in Switzerland. Loved it

The sights we saw and the places we stayed were fabulous, and I could go on and on, but what I wanted to write about is the German wine cup I purchased.

I admired such a cup as this being served with wine at one of the places where we dined. I am not a drinker of wine, but decided to buy a new cup anyway. Well, this lovely, grape etched cup has stared at me for years each time I have opened one of my cupboard doors. Last week, as a part of my celebration of retirement, I decided to use it. Why not drink my orange juice from it? And so that is what I am doing.