It is getting really hot in southern Europe. July and August are really warm in Barcelona and you start sweating without doing any kind of effort. It is a good time to remember my walk through the white streets in Heidelberg after a postcard snowfall.
It was 17th of March at night when, while reading a book under a warm light in my home in Heidelberg, it started to snow in a light way. It was beautiful to look through the window and see the snow falling from the sky at night. As a guy that was born in Barcelona, it is not common for me to see snowing. I was exited as a child. I went to bed hoping that next day everything would be white. I programmed my alarm to get up early, so I could walk alone in the white streets of one of the most beautiful towns in Germany.
And yes, it snowed and it was very cold!! Sunday 18th of March. 8 am. I decided not to take the tram, and go by feet to the town centre. Nobody in the streets, light snow still falling and silence. No cars, no buses… only me discovering a city covered by snow. My first stop was the graveyard, I thought I could take some interesting photos there. Graveyards have always a special atmosphere: creepy, emotional, peaceful, uneasy, restless and restful at the same time…
I felt lonely at that point and I remembered the deceased of my family although they were far far away from that graveyard. That moment became really magic.
Then I decided to go to the Philosophenweg (Philosopher’s walk). The name of this path is traced to the fact that Heidelberg’s university professors and philosophers found this path the perfect place to think and meditate while looking to the magnificient views of the Neckar and the old town. This view of the town inspired also the poets Eichendorff and Hoelderlin on their walks to write their poems.
After the views I went down towards the Neckar shore. I wanted to cross the river through the Alte Brücke, the famous and always photographed bridge. The way down from the Philosophenweg is a unique path with high stone and moss walls in every side. Like a snake, the walk became curved and sleepery. The mix of green, white and grey made me think that this place would be perfect to film Harry Potter scenes. A little dragon or any other kind of magic creature could have appeared after a turn.
If that have happened I would have needed a magic wand and while saying the words Alohomora or invoking a Patronus, I would have started running downwards to find a hideout in the ruins of the castle. Unfortunately this was not the case, and the biggest danger was the possibility of falling and having pain in my ass. Fortunately this didn’t happen neither.
Then I crossed the Alte Brücke and walked by the Cathedral. At this point I was starving, so I had a hot chocolate in a warm cafe while looking through the window how the town got up. The cafe was in the Hauptstrasse, the longest shopping street in Germany! At least this is what locals say.