Nuremberg in November
Part 2: Frozen Fields
the car, I check the map again, to make sure I got the route right. The thing
about Nuremberg is, that it wouldn't be that far if there was a regional road
leading straight to the city. But there isn't.
it will be an overland drive today. Passing through towns and villages: Göppingen,
Faurndau, Lorch, Schwäbisch-Gmünd, Mögglingen, Aalen. Then, in
Aalen, the connection to a highway that leads to Nuremberg. 190 kilometres, about
three hours drive. At least that is what I guess, as I haven't been to Nuremberg
for ages. So close to where I live, yet so far away, another valley, another way,
not the usual turns. Turning of Tides, again.
coming of winter. The further up the road leads, the more it shows. It is nine,
but the sun still hasn't reached the parts of the fields that are facing the West.
Frost on the grass, on the trees without leaves. Black they stand, like pencil
drawings on blue canvas.
picture, I think. I need to take a picture of this. But the road is narrow, offering
no space for a quick rest. If this was a tourist island, I could simply stop nevertheless.
But here, no one would expect a driver to stop at nine in the morning, to take
pictures of frozen fields. Definitely not. So I wait for my chance, while my eyes
wander off the street again and again, following the sun that is rolling along
the horizon like a ball. Finally I find
it. The picture spot. The road leading towards the horizon. I take a picture,
and then another one.
Kirneck, Lorch. A monastery, appearing between tree trunks. The monastery of Lorch,
my memory tells me. Of course. Seeing it, I remember a walk, through this forest,
with views to the roofs of the monastery and the surrounding stone wall on the
other side of the valley. That must have been years ago. Long before the time
of taking digital pictures, or taking mini diaries on day trips.
follow, bridges. The next villages. Deinbach, Schwäbisch-Gmünd, Mögglingen.
Houses with woodwork facades. A church in white. And traffic lights that take
forever to change back to green. Next to
the crossing, a hotel called Reichsadler. The name is dating back to the era when
Germany wasn't a Federal Republic yet. Time ticks slower here.
Aalen - and with it, the Limes Thermals. They are the second reason for taking
the overland route - a spa built in Roman style. Waiting to be discovered on the
way back. I hope to get a glimpse of it, but all I see in the driving by are Christmas
trees, bundled up for December like prisoners of festivity.