Walking through Heidelberg that day, I did what I always do my first day back in Germany. I go buy a Ritter Sport bar (this time they had a new one -- white chocolate with Smarties candies, even better than the Marzipan I usually have), stop at a Ditsch stand and get a Schinken Kaese Stangel (a chewy bread with cheese and bacon, very fatty, and I think delightful), and I force myself to start thinking in German. The thing about a foreign language is that you can't go back and forth between your own language and the new one, you can't simply translate. You have to really change your way of thinking the same way you change time zones. In Berlin, for instance, I visited a friend (the archetect I mentioned on the Berlin page) who is an American, married to a French woman living in Germany. He is speaking French and German all the time. He and I ended up talking to each other in German all day, simply because that's easier than shifting back and forth. Another friend, a woman who studied urban planning in Hamburg and now is working in Berlin (there was an infamous individual in her program who I won't mention), thought it hilarious that evening when we all got together that we were talking Germany to each other. Anyway, walking through Heidelberg I remembered that it was supposed to have an impressive castle, and I walked an hour until I found it. I didn't climb up to it -- it was by that time 4:00 PM, and not having slept for 33 hours I really was losing my adventuresome spirit -- and took these photos.