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08) A Windy Day in Langenargen

  • Writer: O Peregrino
    O Peregrino
  • Mar 17
  • 2 min read

Updated: May 19

The next small adventure took Jürgen and Huayna a little farther from Friedrichshafen—just 9.5 kilometers east, to the lakeside town of Langenargen. They caught the bus under a gray, brooding sky. A cold, wet drizzle fell in fits and starts, swept along by a sharp, icy wind that made even the short wait at the bus stop feel long.



Langenargen greeted them much the same way: heavy clouds, a restless breeze tugging at coats and scarves, the air filled with the damp scent of rain-soaked stone and earth. Still, they strolled slowly through the small downtown streets, where cheerful shop windows tried their best to offer some light against the somber sky.


Jürgen led Huayna toward Monfort Castle, a striking building standing proudly near the lakeshore. There was a personal story hidden in those walls—many years ago, a childhood friend of Jürgen’s had leased the castle and turned it into a lively, well-loved restaurant. The memory carried a mix of pride and quiet sorrow; his friend had long since passed away, but the spirit of those younger days seemed to linger in the castle’s stones.



In front of the castle, life was playing out its own new story. A wedding couple, wrapped in the wildness of the day, stood bravely before a photographer. The bride, elegant in her white dress, shivered visibly as the icy wind whipped her veil into a frenzy. Again and again, she tried to tame the flying fabric, laughing and struggling, while the photographer danced around them, trying to capture a moment of stillness. From a distance, it looked almost otherworldly—as if a pale, laughing ghost were haunting the castle grounds, refusing to be pinned down by either the camera or the wind.



And while most of the photographs from this trip would be lost—victims of a playful app experiment on their phones—a few images from that day survived. Nothing award-winning, nothing staged or grand. Just fragments of real life: the stubborn joy of a wedding day in the rain, the proud silhouette of an old castle against a heavy sky, and the small victories of memory refusing to be washed away.


One good photograph remained, too, carefully saved by Jürgen—a quiet, simple reminder that sometimes, just one captured moment is enough.



Published: 05/05/2025

 
 
 

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