A Rare Day of Sunshine in Lindau

One fine morning, Jürgen and Huayna boarded a small train in Friedrichshafen, heading west along the curve of Lake Constance. The ride to Lindau took just half an hour, a gentle journey through green fields and small villages, with occasional glimpses of the lake shimmering between the trees.

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For once, the sky had mercy on them. The clouds held back their rain, and for a few precious hours, the sun poured down in soft, golden light. At the Lindau harbor entrance, life felt vibrant again. The sailboats drifted in and out like lazy birds, the water glinting with broken reflections of their white sails. Around the cafés and on the stone promenade, locals and visitors alike leaned into the sunlight, soaking it up with the slow contentment of lizards warming themselves on rocks.

Jürgen and Huayna let themselves drift along with the spirit of the day, strolling leisurely through the beautiful old town. The narrow alleys, colorful facades, and historic buildings created a tapestry of history woven with the sounds of laughter, clinking coffee cups, and the occasional cry of seagulls overhead.

They paused before the magnificent old town hall, its ornate façade telling silent stories from centuries past. Every corner, every small detail seemed to glow under the rare sunlight.

Then came a moment of true awe. Drawn by the promise of beauty and silence, they stepped inside the "Cathedral of Our Lady."Inside, the heavy doors closed out the world, and they stood there, mouths slightly open, as their eyes traveled over the intricate ecclesiastical works of art. The sacredness of the place — the faded murals, the gilded carvings, the cool smell of ancient stone — wrapped around them like a quiet blessing.

Later, back out in the cheerful bustle of the market square, Jürgen spotted a great bronze bell and saw a small opportunity for a bit of humor. He had Huayna stand next to the giant bell for a photograph, capturing the contrast between the young man's lively spirit and the massive, solemn artifact from another time.

It was a simple half-day, but it felt richer than many longer journeys. A gift of sun, laughter, and wonder in the middle of a rainy spring. Eventually, it was time to catch the train back to Friedrichshafen — but the spirit of Lindau stayed with them, tucked quietly into their pockets like a sun-warmed stone.

Published: 06/05/2025