Paul Hinschberger


Paul Hinschberger

I'm a vagabond winery chaser.

Europe » Switzerland » South-West » Interlaken July 2nd 2010

As I write this final installment of ‘European With Paul’, I am not in some exotic place drinking fine wine and eating local cheese. No no, instead I am sitting in my living room in Idaho Falls with debilitating jetlag and post European sadness disorder. I suppose it’s for the better since I am practically broke and I haven’t done laundry since I last wrote (two weeks, two pairs of underwear: you do the math). A lot has happened in two weeks, so I’m sorry if this is too long for your attention span (if you’ve even made it this far). When Jason and I left Lana, Italy we went to a town called Brixen to do some hiking in the Dolomites. It turned out to be a very cloudy and cold day, but we were ... read more
Cloudy Dolomites

Europe » Italy » Trentino Alto Adige » Lana June 17th 2010

Would anyone be upset if I didn't come home? For the last ten days I have been staying at an organic herb farm nestled in the Italian Alps, drinking tasty organic wine and eating all organic food. What more can you ask for? All through Europe, they eat a lot of organic produce and more importantly, Local produce. I feel like American grocery stores mostly have vegetables and meats that come from all over the world, which is not exactly eco-friendly. Here, you can buy just about anything, and it was produced within 50 miles. I will be chowing down on some delicious yogurt, wine, cheese, or whatever, and my hosts say "Oh yes, we go there if want, he my friend". At my family's restaurant, The Cellar, we have recently been striving to acquire more ... read more
honey comb
so awesome

Europe » Italy » Trentino Alto Adige » Lana June 10th 2010

It has been 12 days since I last wrote and I feel like I've been put in a food processor of activity and random events. After Fabriano, I went to Ancona and stayed two nights with couchsurfers Francesco and Katrina. Ancona is not a particularly special town, but Francesco seemed to be a history buff, tour guide and foodie all rolled into one, which definitely helped. I would be eating the best gelato in town (possibly Italy) while getting a full debriefing of Ancona's roll in World War II. Interesting pairing. They are fantastic people and I was very gracious for their hospitality. After two nights in Ancona, I took the overnight ferry to Zadar, Croatia on June 1st and began the third trimester of my trip. Not knowing a single word of Croatian, I almost ... read more
Ancona sunset
Francesco and Katrina
Zadar Ferry ride

Europe » Italy » Marche » Fabriano May 29th 2010

My stay here in Fabriano is coming to a close and in the last 12 days, I have eaten enough olive oil to lube the pistons of my car for 6 months. My skin is glistening like a Victoria's Secret model and I believe I could successfully get to the end of a slip-and-slide without the aid of water. If I went swimming in the Gulf of Mexico, they might announce another debilitating oil spill and to bring loaves of bread and an appetite to help clean it up. No but seriously, if the secret to French cooking is butter, the Italian secret is loads of delicious olive oil. And they say no one does olive oil like they do. In fact, Italians have a lot of pride for many things and each region has their ... read more
the yard
Tuesday sunset

Europe » Italy » Tuscany » Florence May 14th 2010

So apparantly the ominous Iceland volcano cloud has formed over Italy for the last week which explains all of the rain that is spoiling tourist's vacations. Last week was unintentionally dedicated to the quintessential tourist crap that I generally despise, and it has been especially depressing to be around all of the unsatisfied tourists. Since the Cinque Terre is only accessible via train and it isn't tourist season yet, I was expecting there to be five peaceful coastal towns where I could putz around and mingle with the locals. In reality, all five villages were inundated with German and American tourists that are the type of tourists that make you want to vomit. Now, I am also a guilty party of touristry, but most of these people have no respect or regard for the local culture ... read more
Genova hosts
Cinque Terre
Cinque Terre

Europe » Italy » Liguria » Genoa May 9th 2010

As I write this, I am in a small cottage nestled in the forested hills outside of Genova, Italy. The birds are chirping and nearby there is a babbling brook that is babbling something about peace and harmony in its universal language. The peacefullness is so engulfing, so absolute, it almost feels like Buddha is rubbing my tummy. I almost feel akin to Jack Kerouac while he wrote Big Sur, or maybe even Bilbo Baggins as he wrote about his epic journey. Almost. But I’m drifting. I left you last week in the Rhone valley about to head to Italy. My original plan was to work my way up to Chamonix, get on a tram and cruise over the alps into the Valle d’Aosta of Italy. I started right off hitch hiking and was picked up ... read more
hitch hikint
Immagine 003
Chamonix Alps

Europe » France » Rhône-Alpes » Montelimar April 25th 2010

First of all I want to clear a few things up. First, my friend Morgan pointed out to me that she did not understand the 'change of underwear' reference in my last blog. I figured that it didn't need an explanation, but essentially I was saying (facetiously) that the wine and the experience was so amazing that I might have shat myself, which would have necessitated new undewear (and new dignity). Second of all, many people who write me comments show me way too much pity for my adventures. I don't pity myself, so neither should anyone else. Although I may write with a cynical tone, which makes it sound like I'm having a bad time, I am loving every moment of every disaster that comes my way and I wouldn't have it any other way. ... read more
Toulouse fountain
Narbonne church

Europe » France » Aquitaine » Anglet April 20th 2010

So much to write and it is very difficult on this French Keyboard. The "A,Z,Q,W, and M" are all in weird places and my keyboarding skills go down the toilet so bare with me. Since I last wrote, I have been in Libourne, Pomerol, St. Emilion, Bordeaux and unexpectedly Bayonne/ Anglet. If you haven't heard, there is a volcano spewing it's toxic fumes in Iceland which has closed many airports, making the train system busier than usual. What's more, the train employees have been on strike for the last week, which means that not as many trains are running as usual. Apparantly, they go on strike quite often, and from what I can tell, there is no rhyme or reason to the madness that incurs because of it. So after some confusion of my train getting ... read more
Basque beach
Basque house

Europe » France » Poitou-Charentes » Cognac April 13th 2010

All right, so my last entry I believe I left off giving a brief description of the farm, but I have pictures this time. It was quite a simplistic old farmhouse, but it was so simple and peaceful, even Anne Coulter could become a more pleasant person if she stayed there. After working long hours of pulling up weeds, I would grab a glass of vin rouge and watch the sun set behind a curtain of weeping willow branches. Then we would eat a large delicious meal that Joyce cooked (we ate very late) and drag ourselves to bed, only to do it again the next day. I loved doing everything 'the old fashioned way' even down to feeding the goats and hanging the laundry on the clothes line (I take great pleasure in the simplest ... read more

Europe » France » Pays-de-la-Loire » La Fleche April 7th 2010

So much to write about, so little time. I haven't had internet for 4 days and it feels like the world is going to end. What's more, I won't even know it's ending because I don't have internet to check the news. since I last wrote, I left Jame's parent's house at 8 in the morning on Easter and had a 14 hour day of traveling. It was long, but I loved every minute of it. The public transportation system in Europe is truly amazing. America is ages behind in terms of efficient train transportation. I tried calling my first farm all day on Sunday and got no answer. Finally, when I got into La Fleche at 9:30, a man picked up and spoke only French. I frantically tried to find my phrase book and ask ... read more

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