Not a tasting session.

We journeyed into the Alsatian country side on a chartered bus; an international collective of afternoon delights. The fields of cows and folliage are much different from the Strasbourg metropolis I've grown used to. No trams, no dance music beating in the middle of the night, just simplicity.

I see several small villages sprinkled in the distance, and corresponding with each one a castle set upon a pinnacle. I can imagine that the various nobels of old looked down about their domains, ruling with love or iron fist. Little did they know that a rag-tag groups of students would visit their illustrious abodes.

The bus curved around the corners of the hillside as we ascended to the base of the castle. From this you're master of the community. It seems so small and insignificant, and no house or danger is hidden from the eye.

Like invaders we stormed the Haut-Koenigsbourg Castle with our German tour guide. She said she hadn't spoken English in 6 months, which was obvious from how many times she stopped during her monolouges. However, her stammering wasn't enough to distract from the majesty of the structure. Each room housed the history of royals. It's amazing to think that you're walking through someones old house, albeit a castle/house. I wonder if they'd be OK with it?

We leave the castle spearless and fatigued, and venture to the Louis Sipp Winery, a family business that specializes in Alsatian wines. The grapes come from the mountainous regions surrounding the town, and are processed in house. Monsieur Sipp, walked us through the facility and eventually led a wine tasting session where we learned about the texture, colors and age.

"You to look at ze bubbles to know of ze quality," he says.

While he says this I can't help but to look at our student guide who's taking the left over wine from everyone at her table and pouring into her own glass. For her it was a drinking session, not a tasting lesson.