Emerging from vineyards after a morning of cycling past castles, fields and forests along Germany’s Rhine River, we pull into the village of Nierstein.
It’s time to refuel, but instead of reaching for stale water from the bottle or a power bar, we’ve settled into a bakery and are tucking into fresh “kaffee” and the biggest, gooiest German pastries I’ve ever seen.
Our morning began with an early breakfast aboard the S.S. Patria, a converted long tugboat that now sleeps 70, ply… (View original article)