Sabrina, Jason and I began our Sunday morning with a delicious breakfast Mone prepared for us. Unlike in the U.S., the grocery stores here are all closed on Sundays, so preparation is necessary.
After Frühstück (oder, ‘breakfast’), we took a tram to the Schloss to meet up with other classmates and see the museum, it was closing for the remainder of our time in Mannheim. The museum was pretty much just a sectioned off portion of the palace in which they kept the remaining ornate furniture, rather than desks and chalkboards (yes, our instructors write on actual chalkboards!)
After the ooo’s and the ahh’s at the fanciness dripping from the history of our present University, Ryan, Bryan, Kenny and I caught yet another train to Heidelberg. We were determined to hike to the top of Philosopher’s Walk this time.
“Ein kugel, ein Euro.”
One scoop, one Euro. This familiar phrase sent butterflies of warmth to my ears. I understood without doubt what these four words meant, thanks to my stay last summer in Berlin, when eating ice-cream was at least a once-daily routine. The delectable Hazelnut and Pistachio flavors are just not as prolific back home. We all got ice cream. Natürlich.
We arrived at the train station and crossed the river to the base of the Philosopher’s Walk. The hike started steep, but we mustered through it at a fair pace, climbing higher and higher over Heidelberg.
And then we saw it.
The most epic spinning playground toy ever.
It plays the up-down weight game like a seesaw, but it also spins 360 degrees around.
Time vanished for a bit there.
We were the happiest kids on the mountain.
After exhausting all the aerial tricks we could think of, we caught our breath in our trek on up.
We came to two stumps. They showed how high we were already, and when I climbed on top of them and glanced at the tumble to my left, we seemed even higher.
One last stretch up, and…
We made it.
We saw the orange glow through the trees, the sun set across the river.
We had to beat the dark down the mountain. We took a last breath of accomplishment and ran.
The dark fell below the trees before it reached the streets. As if we hadn’t grasped enough adventure in one Sunday, we came upon the most awesome slide ever. It was seriously what a slide should be, the turns in exactly the right places, exciting enough to slide down two or three times, and we did.
But we had class in the morning, and we still had to catch a train back. We let the night fall around us and moseyed on home.
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