Originally Written: December 6, 2016
Christmas market # 2 for my family was in charming Bernkastel. The village itself reminded me a lot of Cochem, with the shops and market booths centering around the Mosselle River. Parking and the chain stores were on one side of the bridge, the actual event on the other, which made for a pleasant walking tour of the town.
Alex and I wanted to experience this market at night, since we had done Dudeldorf one during the day. It was really busy that Saturday due to it being the one weekend St. Nicholas traveled down the river accompanied by “torch swimmers.” (Scuba divers with lights trailing behind.) Even with the large crowds, it wasn’t unmanageable and the kids were even able to get out of their carriers for a little awhile.
The alleys were on the narrow side, and with the booths set up it made for interesting maneuvering, but nothing beat walking down a lighted alleyway and coming out to a row of half timbered houses all around. It was quite beautiful.
Add in the live holiday music, the abundant Christmas trees, and the hot gluwhein in hand and it made for a wonderful evening. I worried when we first moved out here that I would really miss Disney World during the holidays.
What could match up to the now non-existent Osbourne Lights or listening to Neil Patrick Harris narrate the Candlelight Processional? And while nothing can replicate the magic of Disney (for us) these Christmas markets are equally as amazing. I feel fortunate to have been able to experience them in my lifetime. I mean, even if you don’t know much about Germany, odds are you are familiar with their holiday celebrations.
Oktoberfest and Christmas markets…that’s kind of the only two things I knew about before moving out here.
Alex and I would have liked to have stayed to see the torch swimmers, but Evie had a complete meltdown minutes before they were set to swim. She was completely over the cold. As Floridians, we are discovering that we are not the best at keeping warm in the freezing weather. What I think is a good outfit ensemble turns to pot the moment we step outside.
Dressing toddlers requires a master’s degree. How in the sam hill am I supposed to keep Evie’s blasted hat on her head?! And Landon…he loves his gloves, but he can’t help but slide his fingers out of their respective holes when he’s playing. I don’t blame the kids, the equipment is cumbersome and bulky and impedes playtime, and it’s even worse when they have to get stuffed into the Tulas. They look like sausages, and all I can think about is the scene from A Christmas Story where Ralphie’s brother can’t put his arms down because of the snowsuit.
Needless to say…I’m still adjusting to the cold.