10) A Half-Day Journey into Ravensburg's Playful Heart

Another rare promise of clear skies appeared on the weather forecast — just half a day, but enough to awaken that old traveler's spirit. So, one afternoon, Jürgen and Huayna boarded the train once more, this time heading toward Ravensburg, a town just 17 kilometers away. The ride was short and easy, less than fifteen minutes, a gentle crossing through the green landscapes of Upper Swabia.

Arriving in Ravensburg, they passed through the Untertor, the ancient Lower Gate, and suddenly found themselves walking straight into another time. The old town wrapped around them with its medieval charm — narrow streets, towering gates, and stately city towers, all whispering stories of merchants, guilds, and travelers from centuries past. There was a sense of old importance here, a city once bustling with trade and proud of its heritage.

But Ravensburg’s name rings familiar across the world today for a different reason — a playful one. The city is the birthplace of Ravensburger AG, the renowned game and book publisher. Drawn by curiosity and a bit of childlike excitement, Jürgen and Huayna browsed through one of the company’s colorful shops, their eyes shining with the same simple joy that games have given to generations.

It was like stepping into a little world of wonder — puzzles, books, games — each one a door to imagination, laughter, and stories.

Wandering further through the cobbled streets, more or less aimlessly and happily, they stumbled upon the parish church of St. Jodok. As was their quiet tradition in every old church, they entered with reverence, heads tilting back, mouths slightly open in awe. The grand, intricate organ soared high above them like a great wooden ship frozen in the rafters, and the sacred works of art whispered of faith and devotion born long before their time.

Half a day, of course, was far too little to truly know Ravensburg. But it was enough to gather a few precious impressions, to feel the heartbeat of the old town beneath their shoes, and to carry a little of its spirit back with them.

And once again, they gave silent thanks for a few rare hours of sunshine — a small, shining gift during a rain-soaked spring.

Published: 07/05/2025