Today would be our last full day in Slovakia so we decided that we would embrace the intrepid traveler moniker and venture out into the countryside. Full disclosure: we were in search of wine. 🙂
Another warm and sunny day dawned and we thought we would put our stupidly expensive rental car to use and head out to the Small Carpathian mountain region where our internet research said that there were lots of wineries. As we have visited wineries in many states in the US and countries all over the world, this seemed like an obvious way to learn more about the country. After our typical Monday breakfast of fried egg and cheese sandwiches (yes, I know we are a day off!), we started our trek with a stop at the Yeme grocery store that we learned about yesterday. More delicious gluten free bread and other picnic supplies meant we were ready for one of our favourite activities: winery picnic.
So we started out of the city towards the town of Modra on route 502 which one website we saw referred to as the Slovak wine road. It highly recommended hiring a car to make the drive as the landscape was spectacular. Well I don’t know what the author’s experience was but for us, there was nothing spectacular at all about the drive. The “picturesque villages” we passed through looked like commuter towns for Bratislava. Grocery stores, car dealerships, bus stops. Typical town stuff but honestly nothing special. Same with the landscape. It reminded me of driving in Southern California: hills with patches of green but mostly brown and dry looking.
But the scenery was secondary to our quest. We could see vineyards on the surrounding hills but there didn’t seem to be any buildings there or roads to get to them. Yet all around us there were signs that seemed to indicate that a winery was close by. Flummoxed, we continued our drive waiting to find something that looked like a winery. And at last we found one! A big building with wine barrels outside and lots of flags advertising the winery. Now we were in the game.
Except we weren’t. We stopped into the shop to see about doing a tasting and were confronted with a small, older woman who apparently spoke no English at all. Any translation I could do into Slovak would be unsuccessful due to my inability to pronounce things correctly. And she just stared at us as if we were aliens. I surmised that international wine tourism had not yet arrived in Slovakia. We made our retreat and then spent a few minutes searching to see where we might find another winery. According to Google maps, they were everywhere around us. A bit more driving led us to realise that they were actually in houses or other small buildings in neighbourhoods. A valuable lesson learned. We assumed that anywhere that made wine would cater to people who wanted to experience the wine and not just buy a bottle. That model has not yet made it to this region. So we decided to cut our losses and head back to the city for an urban picnic instead.
Along the way we made a short detour to Devin Castle – another supposedly “not to be missed” sight here. It is a ruin at the top of a hill and costs €8 to visit. We decided to pass: we have lots of castle ruins in Scotland, many very close to our house. We didn’t need to schlep up a hill in the heat to see a Slovak ruin. Instead we sat on our balcony enjoying an excellent bottle of €4 Slovak wine with a baguette slathered in local sheep cheese. Throw in some tomatoes for colour and it was a lovely lunch.
Then it was time to finish touring the old town and see some more churches. First, a few shops for necessities and a new shirt for Frank. A visit to St. Martin’s cathedral was high on the list and was a lovely stop. This was the first Catholic church where they imposed a dress code – no bare shoulders. We saw one of the church staff providing drapes for several tourists that didn’t quite believe that the rules applied to them. Then to the big draw for the day: the Blue Church.
We had already toured one of the two blue Catholic churches when visiting Dürstein so we needed to complete the set and visit this one as well. Google insisted it was open from 17.30-18.30 so we waited with about a dozen other travelers to see the inside. The clock struck the half hour…. And nothing happened. The front doors were open but with metal gates across the entry saying: the church is closed. Grrrr. Stupid Google.
Another plan gone astray (gang aft agley), we opted for an excellent dinner at a place that had many GF options for me. Tonight there would be no chicken. I finally had SCHNITZEL! Weiner schnitzel to be precise. I don’t think I’ve had any since before I was diagnosed. It was delicious – and HUGE. Complemented with Slovak potato salad (lots of onions) and an excellent local wine – probably from a winery we drove by. A final stroll along the river past all the river cruise ships and it was time to call it a day.
Data for today:
- Steps: 17,417
- Time in the car looking for wine: 2 hours
- Bottles of wine purchased: 2 (in the grocery store!)
- River cruise ships docked: 6

















































































